7 January 2013

In the silent hour
My new pashmina across my knees in a patch of sunlight.
Riot of fuschia, orange, turquoise, yellow, indigo

And grey, because I'm an unassuming sort of person
Really

Sunday 6 January 2013

Foggy morning
Across the country we are packing
cars to return all our sons and daughters.

Cases, coats, backpacks...
we slip our hearts in somewhere
unnoticed

And try to keep our hopes and dreams back,
not to over-burden them

5 January 2013

Birds chirruping as I hopped on my bike
This mild, almost spring-like early morning.
Sun-up streaked the sky like Manderley alight.

Crisper tonight as I set-off wearily home
Stars looking down
And a frostier catch in the air

4 January 2013

This morning I used your scissors.
 Not long ago you said to me, 'Do you remember these? My father gave them to me when I was a young man. "Look after these" he said "and they'll last you a lifetime" And  they have'
Of course I remember them. When we were kids, even if the kitchen scissors were blunt and Mum's sewing pair had mysteriously disappeared, we weren't allowed to raid your drawer for them.
" Look after these" he said, "and they'll last you a lifetime"And they did.

3 January 2013

Early morning sky. Iridescent blue and gold between the silver-grey clouds. On the motorway below we scurry as ants, unheeding.

2 January 2013

 I stop to listen and am aware there is no silence. In the misty dusk a plane droning overhead, the ever-present traffic and a dog barking in the distance. The phone rings..

1 January 2013

The clock struck midnight
 - on cue for once -
 and I raised a silent thought to you..