a handful of seeds

a cat poised, quivering tail

a flurry of wings

contorted willow

drapes its corkscrew-curling leaves

around a birdbath

by epidural

chatting to surgeons at work

at ninety years old

mother-in-law falls

anxious wait, a broken hip

her great adventure

donning many hues

the morning light can’t decide

how to dress the day

here a tree stands still

across the valley a breeze

shimmering of leaves

my bedroom window

facing east catches the blush

of the rising sun

a monochrome dawn

white strip of sky, dark trees

perfect silhouette

by the allotment

boxes of vegetables

an honesty tin