A birthday to forget.

I think I’ll leave the cards up 

until the balloons go down

Pandora the cat

Sitting on the sewing box

Tangled threads of thought

I wanted the words

A poem that said everything 

Then a snowflake fell

the cat grows fat

the sparrows return

to lead a merry dance

February blossom

snowing down from the grey skies

Marching to the tune

January rain

on the salmon pink quince

reflects the sunshine

baby boots crumbling

golden touchstones shine the more 

and more as we age 

house all to itself

looking after our neighbour’s cat

stamp out rough sleeping

those big shiny toys

always for someone better

next year you wait and see

nose against window

child’s eyes misting of Christmas

Santa Santa please

the one and only

Christmas when your dreams come true

little ones savour it

when the sun came up

i saw which way the world turned

just dawned on me