Southbound on the A42

Seen from above, a yellow van, inadequately hidden for its presumable intention.

Back of a flatbed lorry, scarlet rose of tight-rolled tarpaulin.

A shocking pink fork-lift truck, piggy-backed to a wagon

and, weighing down a roadwork sign, another pig,

a saddleback, which morphed to sandbags, orange, black and orange. 

7th: New-made elder sister

And Flo becomes a middle child:

vivid, argumentative,

logic unsurpassable

and forehead clear.

6th:  Nine days old

Stupidly surprising,

skinniness of limbs,

bleared blue-grey wisdom.

mouth’s silent enunciation.

5th.: Nurture or nature

Connie so competent:

five years of parenting,

or the mix of her genes?

4th:  Journey south

Clouds high, light and almost blue,

ever-present promise that the sun’s about to shine:

nevertheless there’s non-stop rain

which lasts for hours and hours.