a midnight robin

singing in the holm oak 

under a street light

 sunshine surprise

heavy rainfall was forecast

her knickers airing

 how we laughed at them

the end of the world is nigh

we’re not laughing now

 after visiting 

the municipal rubbish tip

the sun came out

 composing haiku 

imbibing the drug of words

i am i dreaming 

 the wild geese

are shitting on the snow

icy pond

 so many years

longing for serious talk

all gone they’ve all gone

 two hats

in from the snowfall 

drying room

 meeting

on a middling day 

fog bridge

 now look quickly now

there across the cobbled rain 

a worm thrush running 

 when you arrive

you will know why you have to

erase your footprints 

 crows xmas crows

after the cacophony of roost

silent night 

 a moment

that will last forever

when its gone

 heard it all before

and i’ll hear it all again

because i write it

 yoga tree pose

watching the mist coming down

forest of calm

 the tug of war rope

pulling on either side

if only loses

 many miles away

he writes about my garden 

when did he visit 

 star of bethlehem 

the solar probe begins 

its virgin journey 

 that cowboy outfit 

took me out of the streets

hot prairie winds

that cowboy outfit 

took me out of the streets

prairie dust

 it is christmas time

autocorrect suggests snow

for slow as snow falls

 nanna’s christmas day 

how her face is all aglow

grandchildren on zoom

 on christmas eve

counting the roosting crows

even in number

 the blizzard started 

with just one flake followed by

an expectation 

 not lost in thought 

i encounter something

and write a poem

 if you stub your toe

write a poem about it

the cats are watching 

 the fire

is dancing in my tears

come home soon

 christmas shopping 

influenza and covid 

buy one get one free

 pink clouds with blue stripes

on the north wind’s pyjamas

your christmas present

 waiting on a shelf 

in the secondhand shop

chinese poetry

 my third mug of tea

and the sky is turning pink

fast moving clouds

 winter solstice 

a sunbeam spots a spider

in my lonely hut

 time was

but then it wasn’t 

what it was

was it

surely it was

 hiking map

a butterfly alights

on the view point

 dangerous sea

daring to say dare i

i do

 look around you

remember what was over there 

in them days

 all the summers

that i have spent sitting here

how slow the tree grows

 christmas shopping

second one at half price

cough lozenges 

 the bottom has fallen off 

      the snow globe

       it is in the bin

    merry christmas

 wet day

bread in the oven

cat fast asleep

 a prayer for christmas 

tinsel tinsel little star

tree lights are working

 meteor shower

a crowd of observers 

wry the clouds

 moonlight lake

kittens in a bobbing sack 

blind silence

 looking for dinner

the lonely spider and i 

share a tableaux 

 springtime madness

hare today gone tomorrow 

intertwined tattoos

 he laid is soul bare

for the vultures of doubt

to pick a bone with

 stormy stormy night 

over there now over here

sky down all ground up

 listen listen 

now that it is dark

i can see the wind

 merry christmas

snowfall on a country lane

tyre tracks

 a winter coffee

someone walks over my grave

it’s going to rain 

 springtime 

the frog surfaces and blinks

chickweed on his nose

 morning candle 

deep pink glow over the trees

social media post

 the aphorism 

about impermanence 

was everlasting

 now it is dark

where have all the trees gone

up amongst the stars

 the last red petal

has fallen to the floor 

dormouse fast asleep 

 what is an evening 

in a season of evenings

without a tree

 in a sea of light

a stick’s shadow floating by

december sunrise

 what is a morning 

in a season of mornings

without a tree

 since you left

cheer up ~ cheer up ~ cheer up

silly sparrows

 i fear it is not 

but it does appear to be

                            river mist

 

the holly hedge

children walking to school

merry berry bonnets

 step softly now

this is where it always sits

kingfisher! kingfisher!

 rowan berries

a mountain fire is rising

from the ashes

 climate change

a budding awareness 

no plums

 retired nurse 

remembering the cures

that no longer work

 

this winter roof 

drip drip drip reminding me 

of my thinning hair