#1289 (#366)

where does it come from?

and then where does it go next?

that winter fly, huh?

#1288 (#365)

caught outside in sleet

the feeling on your neck’s back

why do i stoop so?

#1287 (#364)

searching for winter

in a country that gets cold

but rarely turns white

#1286 (#363)

those quilts, these quilts, quilts 

to keep us warm and cosy

comfortable all night

#1285 (#362)

pray for cold and clear, 

to see the end of the road

not a horror scene

#1284 (#361)

the cold time begun

we find ways not to freeze u

both inside and out

#1282 (#360)

roasted onions just

a small part of the gorge fest;

or Christmas intake

#1281 (#359)

half cut and hunting

for presents on Christmas Eve

desperation breath

#1280 (#358)

looking for luck in

the year market, searching for

the right talisman

#1279 (#357)

cold crow, grumpy crow

huddled against the whole world

keeping it all out

#1278 (#356)

fallen leaves fallen

among the recycling things

seeking a new life

#1277 (#355)

cold will our souls be

how much will we age next year

‘less the world rot stops?

#1276 (#354)

crispy onion ring

texture in a burger - oh!

that crunch and soft mix

#1275 (#353)

waterfowl sleeping 

on water : relaxation

on another plain

#1274 (#352)

a december walk

across withered fields asleep

dreaming as we talk

#1273 (#351)

in my living room

blanket, snacks, tv ready 

winter seclusion

#1272 (#350)

hunting for presents, 

i used to hike shop to shop -

and i used to think

#1271 (#349)

a world around the

fireplace, multitudes in 

the fire itself

#1270 (#348)

the shapes the ice make

frozen onto the window

a well known pattern

#1268 (#347)

another short day

(was it ever even light?)

passes me on by