the morning breaks calm

pale blue and gold skies, a bird

sings in the new year

January 1 2022

last day of the year

a glimmer of bright sunshine

brings a little cheer

the recumbent cat

warms his feet on my belly

unsuccessful hunt

a spilt flask of tea

a whole library awash

a digital swamp

a long journey home

a flask spilt into my bag

my kindle drowning

I am a spider

swinging on gossamer thread

caught in transition

a sliver of light

after a week of thick fog

a pulse quickening

rising with moonbeams

playing on dream-rumpled sheets

wakened by an owl