A new addition to my poetry corner - Drifting

Drifting

An old man sits
Dribbling; without shame.
His mind broken.
Thoughts drifting to memories cherished.
An onlooker stares; feels pity
The man smiles, happy just to be. 

An empty crisp packet,
Once pristine; now discarded, 
Dances on the breeze.
A hedge; a thorny web
Quivers, waiting to ensnare
This unsightly prey.

A lone cloud drifts.
Soundless; without purpose it seems.
A mistress to the whims of the wind.
A shape and form in constant flux,
Yet to the eye, a picture of
contented stability.

A corked bottle; messenger
Tossed to sea.
Left to Poseidon's mercy.
Bobbing; swirling; rushing.
Pulled inexorably to land.
It's ending uncertain.

In the sun's warmth a flower
unfurls; its petals inviting.
The wind comes to call.
Pollen dust wafts.
Destination somewhere; anywhere
By chance some will spark new life.

An iron gate held shut
By snow; an overnight drift
A collective of flakes.
The melt begins at pace
releasing the grass, yet
At the gate some flakes resist.

Balloons; helium pumped.
Released with excitement,
Watched with wonder.
A mass of colour set free,
Rising without limits.
An adventure lies ahead.