same old cat food

same old toast and marmalade

it has stopped raining

above my head

nesting in the clematis 

blackbirds

collecting my thoughts

like bits of straw

 a view 

so unreal that it says

look again

 cherry blossom

long after my eyes have closed

falling asleep

 homeward

hillside corner old houses

quickening pulse

 inflation

the dead are stone cold

mourning

 frosty sunshine

twenty five seconds and

the cat came back in

 torn

from the history books

today’s war

 a sunbeam

sliding down a cobweb

coffee time

 wild garlic

celandine slowly closing

moonrise

 picking daisies 

chasing little butterflies 

we did

 peak blossoms

japan’s dreams are landing

on my lap top