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