as eyes seize it
waiting for waiting
longing overcome by sadness
after its departure
waiting on the snow
i am back in my childhood
looking for my pals
achingly cold
my mendicant walking stick
ringing in my bones
on that one day
when the window on the hill
lit up my bed room
it is very late
and i am very tired
the cat wants my chair
it is time for bed
for both of us
the glow of dawn
i am so lucky again
warm chair warm coffee
in the squeeze of dusk
warm chair by the fire
does death tiptoe
or do the horses clatter
on the road to ruin
almost totally
for the night has fallen now
the lanterns are lit
the annoyance
of snow turning to rain
when i called it sleet
a falling leaf
turning yesterday into
tomorrow’s leaf
childhood
the umbilical chord
of old age
charity shop
christmas stockings wry smile
twelfth night
