December 2020

More rain…

Spitting and hissing,
neither Silent nor Holy,
Tom-cat sort of night.



Lots of rain…

When it stopped raining,
night still sang its flowing song.
Then, the rain began.



Pale winter morning…

A washed-out morning,
red squirrel provides colour
among bare, black trees.



Wild night…

The wind is frantic:
Turning the place up-side-down
Like it’s lost something.