Winter

 

winter spate

the heron also

watches the river                                       by Sandra Crawford

 

emerging

splashes of green

snowdrops                                                    by Sandra Crawford

 

morning bus

the smell of must

and woodsmoke                                           by Sandra Crawford

 

dreaming

calling through the fog

wild geese                                                       by Sandra Crawford

 

ice scraping

a neighbour hacks into

my dream                                                    by Gillian Dawson

 

rattling grit

the orange flashing light

of betelgeuse                                               by Gillian Dawson

 

on my back

stargazing

black ice                                                           by Gillian Dawson

 

winter sun

kaleidoscope

through closed eyelids                                   by Gillian Dawson

 

snowy park

the sparrows also

without necks                                                    by Chris Jupp

 

winter cold

drops also from

the statue’s nose                                               by Chris Jupp

 

birthday party

in the fresh snow

a crow dances                                                by John Wall

 

falling snow

the dinner table

silenced                                                            by John Wall

 

into the silence

between Christmas and New Year

snow falls                                                         by John Wall

 

January

row on row on row

on the treadmill                                             by John Wall

 

chilled evening

scribbled on the moon

a tree                                                                  by John Wall

 

forgotten in summer

the memory returns

broken heating                                                  by John Wall

 

standing in the bathroom

so cold

my heart aches                                                    by John Wall

 

old socks

stand on new floor

same chill                                                                by John Wall

 

walk to work

star-strewn pavements

tumble-weed Christmas trees                             by John Wall

 

beneath fairy lights

and shops and bars and people

a garden                                                                      by Patrick Dunne

 

strobe light

through the tree trunks

the low sun                                                                by Becky Dwyer

 

going to yoga

ice on both sides

of the windscreen                                                    by Becky Dwyer

 

too cold

to keep the door open

indecisive cat                                                            by Becky Dwyer

 

out of the darkness

three golden leaves blow at me

and then…nothing                                                    by Becky Dwyer

 

the bacon roll

the morning after

the late dawn                                                            by Becky Dwyer

 

pale leaves

the same frost

I left this morning                                                      by Becky Dwyer

 

blackbird in the hedge

at dawn

gloved hands miss the call                                        by Becky Dwyer

 

breaking the ice

on the water bowl

the fog rolls in                                                                by Becky Dwyer

 

grey winter day

what made me look up

to see the bird’s nest?                                                   by Becky Dwyer

 

empty nest

in a naked tree

bread falls from my trolley                                           by Becky Dwyer

 

old coat

new buttons

old needle

new thread                                                                         by Becky Dwyer

 

how different

the rain sounds

when the leaves are on the ground                                by Becky Dwyer

 

wet dog nose

wake up

smell the first coffee                                                          by Miriam Sulhunt

 

flash of blue

could be a kingfisher, or

a plastic bag                                                                         by Miriam Sulhunt

 

my pug’s fur

golden brown and orange

leaves litter the path                                                           by Miriam Sulhunt

 

the wind bites

first flurry of snowflakes

lifts my spirits                                                                         by Miriam Sulhunt

 

paper menageries

reindeer, robins, donkeys, sheep,

migrating                                                                                      by Miriam Sulhunt

 

postman’s sack bulges

shepherds, wise men, kings,

probably                                                                                         by Miriam Sulhunt

 

whisky by the fire

swirling the tulip glass

drops from the necklace                                                           by Miyuki Tsurumaki

 

Christmas afterglow

sharing the lights with the fire

white flakes into the dark                                                      by Miyuki Tsurumaki

 

the morning sun

enjoys iced drops on branches

a cracking walk                                                                     by Miyuki Tsurumaki

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