Sparrow with a piece

of frosty grass and a leaf

A Spring in his step

Chatting on the bus

sees our routes through life entwined

We get off lightly

the ambivalence

of petal pages, borrowed

for a time from time

in the lantern light

of a mince pie carol boy

night of Christmas eve

Dawn sky lightening

unwrapping this winter’s day

Such black, such blue, such

Tied up in the logs

waiting by the wood burner

Carbon dioxide

The logs are waiting 

for the fire to set them free

On the winter wind

Catatonic I

float on the music of morn

Compose yourself man

One long night ago

dreamt I had insomnia

Couldn't get to sleep

Adolescence

Feet never on solid ground

Tide now receding

The horizon sun

dancing rainbow eye lashes

Since the dawn of time

My sun your sun

wherever you me may be

Happiness we see

At

Ambulance flashing

its blue lights outside your door

A Merry Deathmas

The winter sunshine

gentle upon my closed eyes

Warming the pennies

Angels, three wise men

shepherds, Mary and Joseph

Infants innocence

To write is right

Not to write is not

Too right

Sometimes the shadow

is more alive than the tree

A spring in your step

Dead seal on the beach

Sad bag of faded moonbeams

The sea does not tell

Sundial moves its

tree shadow across the room

Turning outside in

Crumpled newspaper

lighting up the log burner

Face of a dead child

ssspits a brassy sun

sleet asleep on a sunbeam

don't you believe it

The potted daisy

locks sentinel eyes with me

Freezing cold outside

Ageing ungracefully.

More like coughs and bladders

than snakes and ladders.