the sky
heavy
with blue~grey clouds
and the echoing song
of an unseen robin
~
January
strolling down the road
to meet me
in faded denim
patched with birdsong
~
relentless rain…
again and again
a little fly
tries to get through
the closed window
~
a raindrop
running in a vein
of its own making…
the clarity of my life
from the warm side of the glass
~
police sirens –
blissfully unaware
a wren
preens her wing
on a budded bough
~
frond-shadows
on willow pattern blue…
my thoughts brushstroked
from here to you,
Scots pines in winter sky
~
our first
great spotted woodpecker…
she reveals red flashes
beneath her wings
with each bounce of flight
~
sailor’s warning –
a gull tilts sunrise
on its wings…
my heart
all at sea
~
Skimming the Water 