i’m telling the cat

just how very sad it is

• she purrs gently

 warm breeze

how many fallen leaves

can a cobweb hold

warm breeze

a murmuration of shadows

in the trees 

warm breeze

a murmuration of shadows

in the trees 

the milky way 

so there is much further

do you see

with the apple tree

laden right down with fruit 

i feel six feet tall 

 that T-shirt

shed your inhibitors 

pointedly

 re-reading

the turning of the leaves

morning sunshine

 subliminal 

discomfiture’s future 

on a dried up stream

 moon rain

bats and silverfish 

discombobulate

 the turn of the year 

is waiting in the wings

the house lights dim 

 the engineer 

mending our boiler 

has gone very quiet 

 blather will not make 

those broad sunlit uplands

but a marshland

 words will not stop

the leaking from a dam of

broken promises

 from nests of sunshine

the blues tits go foraging

in the fennel

 let’s be blunt

there is no point

• eraser 

no plans

for tomorrow is

foggy

watching

the colourful reflection 

of the washing

sitting quietly 

waiting for the malfunction 

life support

haute cuisine

plates of chlorophyll

in the solar wind 

at my age

worrying that i have nothing

to worry about 

flapping her arms

the child fails to fly

over a milestone

conflicting signals

at the end of the line 

stop continues

questioned

i ask the questioner

ten thousand questions 

ten thousand answers

are not enough

she cannot do it

she doesn’t want to do it 

and now time is up