by Alan Bedworth

Stood in the middle of a wood,
the frost on the ground,
and that cold, frosty air.
 
Makes you thankful for being alive.
Even though illness has taken its toll.
My smile shows how glad I am to be here.

Religion isn't something practised regularly,
yet I'm positive divine intervention
has affirmed my time on earth.

Hope for the future is my own hands.
There are no backward steps.
Just a thanks to God for saving me.

Alan Bedworth is 65 years old and has been writing poetry and songs for two-and-a-half years. He has some poems published by Open Door Magazine, Trouvaille Review, Ambrosia Literary Garland, The Raconteur Magazine, and the Pangolin Review. Recently, he has had his first book of poems published under the title ‘In My Mind‘. His interests are writing, watching Rugby League, nature, and being outdoors.