The world is too much.
Leap Day Lament
Normal exhausted out of time
Lines on the Landscape
A splurge on the back page Or the back of a dismissive hand
Snowdrops
Tapestries gracing ancestral estates Welcome mats trimming our public park gates
Bird Watching
An eggless raspberry bellied bake Twitcher fuel – Kitchen-side of the glass
St. Pancras to Brick City
Christmas Eve trains track Figures gifting plastic poems Lines of Lego love.
Turning Autumn Leaves
The clocks had already circled backwards when I took shelter in the passageway beside the second hand book shop.
Pumpkat Soup
Pumpkats – Rattertats! Hatterchats? Soupcats!
Sympathy for the Magpie
A lone reflection for sorrow A life-long mate brings mirth Fledgling foretells a funeral Charming broods a live birth
Sunflowers and Squirrels
Radial rhythm – Taps seed to feed agouti Whiskers, fingers twitch.
