lowly woodlouse 

not even the cat bothers

just watching

 winter swimming

my fingers are sausages

my toes are white

 i can see the sea

it looks very cold to me

are you sure

 these latter days

so many ends of the road 

where next pray say

 so many faces

stone cold in the snow

with frozen smiles

 frosted wall

it takes an ungloved hand

to really know

 Late January

the snow is melting again

I peel some parsnips

 snow and soft music

the up and down escalators 

of the morning

 in your shrine

the bell curve of hope

takes toll

 one of them moments

when you stop and look and think

and then it is gone

 give me some stones

mortar of an idea

i’ll build a tower

the spider rescued

i can soak in the bath

all pink and wrinkled

 swimming back

all of my fears return

to the sea

 twenty zettajoules 

four atomic bombs per second

hot seas get hotter

twenty zettajoules 

terminology nouveau

too late

 clotted cream

the cat perfectly mimics

my every move

 you learn more from cul de sacs than straight roads

 hot or cold

beach pebbles are beach pebbles

cold or hot

 the sanity of lunacy

is the sanctuary of the sane 

in a mad world

 the high water line

every there is stranded there

you are then

 sea swimming

the egg timer of pains

turns over

 white greenhouse 

a hard frost lying about

the flowering pots

 winter

a cat and a log fire

snoozing

 after all the years

memories on the marshes

the war to end wars

 they show me the bees

tweeted from the antipodes 

in a blizzard

 melancholia

falling black in streets of bile

the mood music of rain

 o this life thing

such an aberrant bubble

of what is thought

but an impermanence

in the absence of a scheme

Two new poetry book - see linked images on the right

 snow on the mountain 

striding across the hard fields

winter sunshine

 mumbling incantations at the umbilicus of time

peep po

here comes the morning sun

so i am not dead

 the photographs 

a profusion of pollen

a blizzard of snow

 sparrows

arguing over spring in winter

a tweet for them