what to make of them

the suddenly dead forever

setting out

first class

the poetry train arrives

on time 

 a child

taking a leaf to school

on her knee

 fresh snow

using up my footprints

- coolio

november 

a muddy patch 

on the penalty spot 

 banging on

about fireworks 

all night long

 autumn birds

spilling leaves 

us alone

 rocking chair 

changing your perspective 

reaching for a book

i ask of every wave

can i should i

of course i do

at the woodsmoke inn

horsemen of the apocalypse 

refresh their steeds

 coffee and cake

the sparrows come for crumbs 

but eschew the plate 

 ahh ahh … sneeze

in the morning sunbeam 

ten thousand droplets