Sunflower-

the whitest frost

in its heart

Old gardener-

he speaks of tomatoes

this winter's day

Dawn-

the clouds already

pre-heating

Strong wind-
the branch carves a name
in the fence

Monday morning-

again no coffee in bed

and she's gone

A blank screen-

My laptop inquires:

"Save draft?"

The whole morning

will have to make do with it-

this one bird

Her hair dyed again

and my eyes only

see her eyes

Rain again.

A single flower

will do

My breath

like the sunlight

in the air

The view

a field full of

thoughts

One man

and his screen-

Monday

Gentle rain

on the skylight-

choir music

First light-

blades of something

on the field next door

Just enough rain

for the moon's reflection

on the rocks

It's all cold-
out there the rain
in here the tea

And steadily

the second-hand cuts

through my fabric

Winter rain-

shivering clouds

in the puddles

A crow-

the last piece of night

flies off

Frost on the grass-

my handful of warmth

remains behind

Winter garden-
amidst all this brown and black
a young weed blooms

Visiting-

the circle in her coffee pot

one cup high

Father's umbrella

translating all the raindrops

into nursery rhymes

Its sandwich

the size of my door-

city pigeon

Plenty of snow

on the windowsills-

Xmas cards

The old house-

I've known these walls

all my life

Floodlight

on the anemones-

matinée

The sheep dog

quickly checked our furs

and slept on

Winter storm-

the pine adopting

a willow branch

New Year-

the shower is still

leaking

The pilot boat

back in the harbour again-

New Year