a bright golden dawn

frost-pinched landscape white and black

a sparrow chirping

the first winter storm

wind’s cold breath blowing through cracks

a warm cat snoring

a map of the world

its continents laid out flat

looks so frail this way

snow flakes falling soft

falling hard falling through a

thickening grey sky

below our window

muffled sounds of skidding tyres

heavy laden trees

a new variant

obliterating snow-storm

rush on the markets

a knock at the door

a dog wild with excitement

her walker and pack

a girl and her dog

a blackbird on a gravestone

singing prettily

a sudden cold gust

a curtain lifts, a mat skuds

past his slippered feet

a white vapour trail

silver blade cleaving the sky

slices through the blue