January – week 3

scent of spring…

the cat lifts her nose

to the sky


in the shadows

of wintering shrubs

the first tender shoots…

falling in love

when I said never again


brushing away

the remains of autumn


the beginnings

of spring


in tubs and baskets

on the flower stall

forced spring bulbs…

I always had to ask

if you loved me


fire in her belly

and on her crest…

a goldcrest

stands her ground

amongst blackbirds


a drop

from the cauldron

of inspiration…

branch to branch, between her thoughts

a dancing beam of light


beauty in everyday life..

all the yellows

of a blue tit


your lunchtime text

flurries of sparrows

in sunlit puddles

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