Single crow
Beach crow
Shimmer
Green
Rusted
Channel- marker
Crow
Among waves
Crow
As breeze ruffles
Your feathers
Blackly
Crow

Waiting for the rain to stop,
the wind,
darkness turned blue
first birdsong
early flight,
rumbling
dog to bark,
cockerel,
long night to end,
waiting
for small chatterings,
smell of coffee
waking eyes
the light to come,
waiting
for morning

High up on the scaffolding
She is green painting
In soft rain
Now she makes
Silent calligraphy
Invisible to the eye

Pigeons strut
Hopeful among lovers
Someone whistles
With the laughter of flowers
Such lovers
As rain falls

Against rain
Silver
Splashing
The night dark
Waiting
For the dog in the grass
Unsteady
The rain whispering
A gutter
Singing somewhere

In the morning
A flight of constant birds
Over early daffodils
And later such stars there were
High above the night trees
As the frosted breath of the river
Slipped slow-cold through low fields
The water silent among the foxes calling
And now we wait for snow again

Thinking of
Mulled wine and a tired moon
The edges of things
A slammed telephone
How people whisper
Gossip
Thinking of
Scratchy clothes, cornflakes
Waving goodbye
Thinking of
A chintz sofa, the five o’clock news
Never thinking of you