an open field

straightfalling rain both water and ice With many thanks to Fiona and Kaspa for the inspiration and encouragement this month.

edge of sleep turning the pillow for the cold side

winter sunshine the neighbour's pigeons rise as one

the setting sun fires the edges of storm clouds over the sea home-made soup before I leave

one of those days: my great nephew asks me if I'm a girl or a boy

the old stories we find along the banks of the wild brook leaf-mulch, fresh rain

driving the kids to school: even in all this rain I can't compete with Flo and Ramone