Quick-changing dawn

In the time it took to pour a pint of orange squash

the sun made pink mile-long scarves of grey

which lasted long enough for me to take two mouthfuls.

In the time it took to buy a morning paper

red-fleeced postman who lives on our estate

collects his waiting colleague and disappears.

Mistakes happen

Misread the clock.
Up and dressed before I realised it was four not five.
This time a lack of careful observation
Oh well.

Changes of direction and time

Rain spattering the kitchen window

tells me the wind has changed

from north to south.

I doubt the friend I will meet today

(not seen for twenty-five years)

has changed so drastically