Monday, 28 March 2011

Morning mist

the way ahead,
usually meandering gently between the bridges
instead vanishes into the damp muting white

Friday, 18 March 2011


Two big black crows stalk the garden
one has a beak full of gathered catkins
the other picks at the dry grass

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

Adventure playground

Watching the children on the rope bridge
I fancy I can see my boys hanging
and shouting amongst them
eyes shining and determined to be the last
to climb down.

Wednesday, 9 March 2011

Random Hail

the sky pelts me spitefully with tiny hailstones

Ash wednesday

a lady stops to show me
the smudge of black on her forehead
I am politely bemused

Sunday, 6 March 2011


four magpies feasting in the gutter
scatter to the four winds at my approach