A room of applause

A room of applause
drowned out by one observer
smiling into space.

Our crime to believe

Our crime to believe
in spring, the park and I are
punished by cold winds.

Italy seems much

Italy seems much
closer than it will next week
when you are out there.

Down in the valley

Down in the valley
there seems no movement but the
tiny humming trains.

Because of the mist

Because of the mist
I can stare at the sun like
an unseen voyeur.

British Summer Time

British Summer Time
is Windows-compliant but
thwarts human firmware.

The black horse nuzzles

The black horse nuzzles
softly into my torso
with frightening strength.

Fairground setting up

Fairground setting up
on grey disused docks. Coloured
bulbs waiting to blaze.

On a ten-mile walk

On a ten-mile walk
I am one with the landscape
until the blisters.

Parking, the headlights

Parking, the headlights
arc across the windows and
pick out real cats' eyes.

An unstaffed bookshop

An unstaffed bookshop
on a London afternoon
redefines quiet.

Compared with wage slaves

Compared with wage slaves
I am inactive, but not
compared with my cat.

Another day of

Another day of
snow and sun, confused cats and
wet rooftops gleaming.

Snow showers today

Snow showers today
surprising the daffodils,
holding back the clocks.

I leave the party

I leave the party
for the beach and outstare the
encroaching salt marsh.

I leave the Cleethorpes

I leave the Cleethorpes
train in pitch darkness and smell
which way the sea is.

A soaring starling

A soaring starling
slows to its apex, pauses.
The seconds stop too.

One day at a time

One day at a time
is the worst advice ever.
One is far too much.

On new guitar strings

On new guitar strings
I find a harmonic fat
as udon noodles.

The loudest sound I

The loudest sound I
hear all day is the whirring
fan in my laptop.

Spring's near arrival

Spring's near arrival
is the lead story of the
crocus bulletin.

Sausages chatter

Sausages chatter
in the pan. I slice and toast
bread and know heaven.

I sit up in bed

I sit up in bed
and see the cat intently
watching you asleep.

Walking, and the scent

Walking, and the scent
creeps up like a new season:
crushed green privet leaves.

The bus driver waves

The bus driver waves
to say thanks for giving way
immaculately.

I warm my hands on

I warm my hands on
this mug of tea and briefly
forget where I am.

Trees and wind crouch low

Trees and wind crouch low,
awaiting the go-ahead
for spring to begin.

I get up, bring the

I get up, bring the
paper back to bed. Sunday
is my slow news day.

Some days seventeen

Some days seventeen
seems like a lot; other days,
like nothing at all.

In sunshine like this

In sunshine like this
everything becomes pretty,
even Meadowhall.

A wide rainbow gleams

A wide rainbow gleams
through the train window and I
lose my hangover.