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)