the cries of gulls

stopped at the lights

by the car wash

 

after a day of rain

an unexpected slice

of lemon drizzle



28th March 2018
 

it's who you are

on the inside that counts

. . . MRI . . .

 

& the ignored

places of the body

bloom celandines




24th March '18
  

spring equinox

topping up

Shrodinger's mower



21st March '18
  

after the diagnosis

i find myself

planting snowdrops



5th March '18
   

at the piazza

she clears the snow

from around each

tiny red flower



3rd March '18
   

frozen in snow

the everywhichway

of pigeon tracks



3rd March '18
   

fresh snow . . .

another unmarked page

in the gardener's

work diary



28th Feb '18
  

whatever

her daylight worries

a little chuckle

in her sleep



27th Feb '18
  

our flat whites

among the squabbling geese

a swan glides


26th Feb '18

overnight, in a straight line diagonally across a board,

three small white petals have fallen to the floor


26th Feb '18 

again she

doesn't recognize me

it's the hat


25th Feb '18 

clay

enough

to

make

95

birds


23rd Feb '18 

sun went in

all the lake birds

flew away


04.02.18 

seed potatoes

Picasso eyes looking

in all directions


03.02.18 

glimpsed through a

flapping tunic of cloud

Orion's midriff


02.02.18 

while I'm working

it plays with the breeze

that little plastic bag


02.02.18 

rolls into the post hole

silver sphere turns out

to be a woodlouse


02.02.18 

they flit across sunlit

roof tiles not birds but

the shadows of birds


02.02.18