in the oven
red fruit juice rises
through the sponge
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January 22
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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