a watery sun

 
a watery sun     february deep in the reed beds  

 

after the phone call

 

after the phone call     a chill     that has nothing to do with winter

   

stamping the snow from my boots

     

stamping the snow from my boots     some regrets i'll never be able to shake

  

graffiti

 

graffiti     i snap an icicle    from the rail-bridge shadows

  

across the frozen lake

   
    

across the frozen lake 

my binoculars find

sunlight in the winter reeds 

and the measured blink

of the fox

    

full moon !

 
    

full moon !     i should bang on the sky with a broom handle

   

slow thaw

 
  

slow thaw     the sunlit drip of birdsong     in this melting world

  

receding with the snow

   

receding with the snow     the tracks of creatures we've never seen

  

icebound

 
icebound     a boat called Freedom

 

waiting for snow

 
 
waiting for snow     the recipe calls for three bashed cardamons

 

my voice

   

my voice     in the lake ice     a bubble

  

from under the lake ice

 

from under the lake ice

the sun winks at me

- i think -

but then, i never could tell 

when i was being flirted with

  

a flotilla of swans

 
   

a flotilla of swans     such warmth     as the day can muster

  

a grey heron steps among the winter reeds

 

a grey heron steps among the winter reeds     the bleakness in my heart

   

pressed flowers

    

pressed flowers      the questions it's too late to ask

  

another new year's eve

 
 
another new year's eve     in the life     i haven't always been in love with

 

year's end

 
 
year's end     the world pays no heed to us     backwater swans

 

failing light

 
   

failing light       reading the stone wall's lichen braille

  

winter river

winter river      the cormorant breaks surface beyond its ripple

   

fading light

     
fading light      above the homeward path      yellow gorse