cat curled in my lap

he loves me, or wants to pull

the warmth from my bones

Shadow on the wall

A parody of movement

Shadows don’t feel pain

She paints a pink sky.

Trees dressed in golden ribbons

Gift of happiness

Five minute idea

Twenty-five minutes to write

Editing three hours

Only five hundred dead.

Is five hundred better than

Yesterday’s thousand

Birds chirp, sirens sound.

Disregarding the blue lights

They are pulling worms

Thaw arrives seeping

Sucking detritus downwards.

A little snowdrop

river statues stand

a man in waders builds them

inexplicably

last night’s fallen snow

becomes a misty grey day

slowly dripping by