Potential for annoyance

What I momentarily took to be a large rising moon (in the wrong place) was a plastic bag caught in the high branches of a tree opposite my window.   I know it'll sit there for weeks, cluttering my view of the sky.

later than I thought ...

... but even so, the double-stacked,
mother and sheltered young,
crocodiles of cloud

blue-grey and pink bellied
heading north to south across the sky
look sleepy and benign.

After a week of hearing it ...

In truth, the hardy, strong-sung optimism
of the early-morning blackbird
deserves a medal

Sky

Sky - swept clean of clouds
- an early Spring clean?

Imagined alarm

Fallen small branch
lichen-striped
emulating adder
or some other poisonous snake

Compensation for the loss of light

Darker yes, but oh the joy of striding out
no longer feared of falling.

Overnight, again

Snow gone - except for the piles painstaking and laboriously cleared from drives by the super-dutiful (who seemingly never remember that it will go of its own accord as and when)

Overnight

So cold last night, the shed donned striped pyjamas

While doing the crossword

"Why have cotton when you can have silk?" the chocolate advert asks,
I conclude I'm just a cotton kind of woman -
too rough-fingered for the (perceived) luxury of silk.

From my window

Some sort of silent signal has brought seagulls swirling in from all directions to circle above the golf course - someone eating sardine sandwiches?