Monday, 31 December 2012

31 December 2012

Trudging home in the dusk-soft rain
Snowdrops in the hollow
 hand-hold the promise of spring

Sunday, 30 December 2012

30 December 2012

It is 2.15 pm.
The clock strikes 10
and outside my window a small boy minutely examines a wet leaf.
His mother waits patiently in the rain with the dog

Saturday, 29 December 2012

29 December 2012

And the moonscape today is softened
into brown and green and greys
by the leaden threatening clouds

Friday, 28 December 2012

28 December 2012

The scrunch of my boots on the path
The wind swirls and then dies
A lone bird calls
And always the distant traffic