wall

I lean against the wall, sheltering,
and the warmth the bricks had absorbed that morning seeps into my back
as the rain pelts the road

not kiss

As we say goodbye
he steps back and forth off the kerb
and again
I want to step forward for a kiss
but we don't

Taking the baby for a walk

Grandma brings him for a walk.
He jiggles enthusiastically on the curb
but he just wants to stand and watch the cars.
They seem to take it in turns;
later he's there again with mum.

Not the Floop

Dodging broken glass on the bike 
down Hart Road
I miss the snails, sparrows and squirrels
of the Fallowfield Loop,

CV19 Princess Road

Normally choked with cars and fumes
I wander as I cross
and saunter
down the empty carriageway

CV19 - six feet

Six feet apart
I still want to 
run my finger down your wrist
and take your hand

CV19 - walking

twice around the park
not much to say
but we check on the heron's nest
and the drug dealer's bench

CV19 part 1

Boys with Beer 
and Boisterous Birdsong
down Brunswick Road

shadows

I squint against the unaccustomed brightness
bird shadows flit across the pavement 

blackberries

Early blackberries dangle overhead down Essex Avenue,
I eat them greedily,
some are sweet and juicy, others so sharp they make my tongue curl.

Bears

Students come to the door, blanketed and grumpy,
Like bears disturbed early from their hibernation.

three boots

three purple welly boots on the doorstep
did someone hop home?

three cats

three cats perched on the windowsill
they all turn towards me as I open the gate next door
and dart away in unison around the corner of the house

three dogs

I cannot hear the doorbell
but inside three dogs respond 
with a cacophony of barks, yaps and whines

leaf

A blustery January day
brings down a huge desiccated sycamore leaf
it crash landed and skidded to a halt at my feet

magpie

wiki commons

on the scruffy street
blue wing feathers glisten 
in the early June sunshine

baby birds

a clutch of sparrowlings
hesitate on the path
unsure which parent to follow

bug

wiki commons

sitting on the letter box
its attempt at camouflage
is wasted

seed

wiki commons

captured on a thread of cobweb
I lift it free
and it drifts
purposelessly away

Snow day

on the doorstep
tiny blue boots
hoping
anticipating
another snowy day