Trudging home in the dusk-soft rain
Snowdrops in the hollow
hand-hold the promise of spring
Monday, 31 December 2012
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
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
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
The wind swirls and then dies
A lone bird calls
And always the distant traffic
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