while a spider waits
over a corner
of dull cloud

a fluttering of starlings
gulp sky
to the glugging

of the sink
swilling down grounds
of cold morning coffee

saturday morning lie in
cut short
by a lawn mower

at the end of winter
afternoon sun
and the warmth of dish water

early morning
ice scrapers
slowly opening my eyes

end of shift –
half moon fades
in morning sun

the shortcut
across the football pitch
casts a shadow
deep midfield

in the final waves
staff desperately paddle
their mops to closing time

while navigating a torrent
of xmas shoppers
a vacuum cleaner sounds like a siren

on the way to the cobblers
treading carefully
over frosted leaves

after dusk
windows glow
a shade of sky

back from the seaside
I hear seagulls
in the fridge hum

brexit mourning
the old english gent
wore a black tie

two paddle boarders
combing the waves
until they curl

flu jab -
a second too long
choosing an arm

doctors waiting room
holding my breath
while a child coughs

the blood pressure monitor
sitting in front
of an audience

dawn -
not enough light
to write with a pencil

a spent rocket
on the morning lawn
pointing at last night's sky

so many autumns -
turning the leaves
of the family tree

late for work
she leaves
the coat hanger rocking