January 22

in the oven
red fruit juice rises
through the sponge
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January 21

this white water
last nights silent rain
roars over the weir
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January 20

amid frosted trees
stillness rests
this winter afternoon

the bobble hats
keep moving

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January 18

where snowy hilltops
meet the clouds
turbines catch the light
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January17

from frozen ground
the tip of a tulip
offers respair
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January 13

that little rose
frozen in time
still there
porcelain skin tone
summer blush gone

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In the garden still beautiful since November.
I have never seen this happen before.

January 11

from the fog
a loan dark figure
and a gull
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January 10

surrounded
by my share of fog
my wonderings
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January 8

she jumps
up and down
so excited
her pony tail
swings
side to side
.
Grandad is here

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When I looked out of the window this little scene made me smile.

January 5

The golden hour
before the sky blushes
into twilight.
Christmas twinkles gone
this twelfth night.
Coronavirus National Lockdown
back again.

Where is the respair?
Gazing from my window
I hang on
to the last streak of pink
between blackened branches
before searching
for the moon.
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