Starlings

Yesterday's rehearsing-for-departure starlings
today more evenly spread;
lone one on the house next door
no longer ostracised.

Yesterday's galeforce wind

Thistledown:
several seemingly scheduled performances
dancing dervish
on the kitchen windowsill.

On waking

Breadth of his naked back
as comforting now
as it's been for nearly half a century.

4.20 am, woken by wind whistling

Imperfectly-drawn white curtains
Orange street-light
Shadow-branches on the move
A never-ending lightning nightmare
Had I been seven.

curious

Hot sun, and windy
yet, from next door,
the rumble of the tumble dryer.
All bloody day.

On my way to buy a paper #59

Fancy-petalled hollyhocks:
extra-coy dancers
at the Folies Bergere