Sunday, 31 January 2016

along the broadway
the Spanish-guitarist chimes
with a child's cries

Friday, 29 January 2016

two kicks and it's up:
the airborne cormorant
this gusty morning

Thursday, 28 January 2016

the soft song
of the poplar-tops—
swans in flight

Wednesday, 27 January 2016

my brolly blown
into mad contortions...
winter stormlight

Tuesday, 26 January 2016

winter warm front
she licks the icy patch
off his lolly

Monday, 25 January 2016

the cobalt skies
this January afternoon
let the cold go everywhere

Sunday, 24 January 2016

where ice is rained away
autumn windfalls
caramelise on the verge

Saturday, 23 January 2016

on gritted pathways
once again I feel
the creep of obsolescence—
the house that looks like a boat
floats underwater

Friday, 22 January 2016

a light wet sheen
to the resurfaced road:
winter mizzle

Thursday, 21 January 2016

all-day frost
the geezer on the bus
reeks of weed

Wednesday, 20 January 2016

the river like glass . . .
an ushering-in
of a modicum of daylight

Tuesday, 19 January 2016

the overwhelming

Monday, 18 January 2016

winter sunlight
all the way up the pine
its pinkiness

Sunday, 17 January 2016

bus stop frost
she uses the selfie screen
as a mirror

Saturday, 16 January 2016

in answer to questions
I put to myself:
the slightest rain

Friday, 15 January 2016

filling the blackness
between shore and ait and back:
jackdaw chacks

Thursday, 14 January 2016

meeting break:
I realise I've become
an old hand

Wednesday, 13 January 2016

the moon kicks back...
the geese on the river
just from their honks

Tuesday, 12 January 2016

towards Hampton Court
five ducks wheel in unison...
this silent stretch

Monday, 11 January 2016

from Outpatients
to the main hospital
long-tailed tits

Sunday, 10 January 2016

the back road curves upwards
among the pines
our synchronised pace

Saturday, 9 January 2016

a sky full of frogs...
sunbeams slant across
the calamine house

Friday, 8 January 2016

crow after crow
the morning darkens
with biblical rain

Wednesday, 6 January 2016

river mist
a blue bike is lowered
from the ferry boat

Tuesday, 5 January 2016

honking through the darkness
long before their shapes:
the twilight geese

Monday, 4 January 2016

a swan lands
on the crescent moon
the dead rise
upright as poplars
from the eye-black river