yearning for spring

purple and pink, four tulips stand up straight in the stone vase.  a fifth stretches its head towards the lacy curtain.

gray blue mist hovers under smoldering sunset.  a single frosted tree in the middle of an empty field.

come look!

morning sun catches the blue glass vase on the shelf, sending a variegated strip of blue light down the corridor.
it's nice to notice these things, it's also nice to be shown them.

waiting for the night bus

moonlit frost on glass
shadow branches on frost
etchings on etchings

not paying attention

a handful of chocolates
gone
I didn't even taste them

breakfast

wooden spoon glides through creamy white porridge

after midnight

Bright pink gloves
green sponge
soapy bubbles


I unwind after a long day

washing up
only washing up
nothing more