Nine scenes from a diminutive notebook, January 2017
Wintering the storm:
it unfurls so silently as she sleeps alone.
(16.1.2017)
Insinuation. The pathway twists toward her,
and disappointment.
(17.1.2017)
A boy on a bike, its stablisers removed;
his dad runs behind.
(18.1.2017)
The frostbitten path,
angularity of ice, shades and shards
like glass.
(19.1.2017)
Outside, the robin rings the twigs
and starts a round of feathered pinball.
(23.1.2017)
Enter the water
and swim, swim into the blue.
You cross a border.
(25.1.2017)
A heron stood there, statuesque
by the roadside.
Slategrey sentinel.
(27.1.2017)
The cemetery stones standing
in granite lines:
vigilant of loam.
(28.1.2017)
A distant thunder, roiling, brooding, gathering
at the edge of the skyline.
(29.1.2017)