five sparrows
crowd the bird table roof
the cat on the shed

a gray squirrel
munching seeds...
winter fog

thrushes
in the bare sycamores
Sainsbury's bags

rhythmic ebb and flow
gray gusts beyond these warm walls
a soothing howl

driving through the night

Mars and Orion to guide us

safely home

the dog
locked out all night
frosted grass

Adorned

the moon in her hair

and Venus – a bright bead of light

upon her neck

crocus shoots
show a hint of gold
edged clouds

last night bright
Venus shone down upon all
my wounds, my scars

two magpies
court on rooftop aerials
bright sunshine

gilded clouds
leave patches of blue
rooftop corvids

dry grass
the wind seems colder
without the rain

bitter cold midday
squirrels playfully love-sick
crossed my path

sycamore
fallen after the wind
silent wood

Shadows

shadows in dusk
angels gathering
at church’s point
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Photo by Peter Lindholm, Norway; Words: Ashi



constant rain
over the garden
unrepentant clouds

bitter wind
screams through the window frames
the cat flap rattles

freezing rain
hammers at the windows
the dog's wet kisses

incessant rain
leaves beads of water
bare branches

we’ll be watching films
projected onto the black face
of the new moon

sparrows
frequent the bird table
the cat at the window

wind and rain
burns away the frost
sparrows stay hidden

icicles
lit by morning sun
rainbows

buddleia leaves
hang like limp jellyfish
morning sparrows

..courting

why the birch's branch
courting the starling, I,
feel freer...
for these resolute feet to plump
and crystalize my air with snow
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..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
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Note: perhaps i should make L5:
and crystalyze my air with snow..????
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Note [again]: i just changed the last
word..initially i had it "snowflakes"
but, now, i much prefer "snow"

frost
on the birdfeeder
hungry robins

blue tit  -
enormous
amongst the icicles

window
crystals

my
breath
rounds

a
tree
bole

walking in the snow

the diamond cutter

feels at home

I=
the
snow
&
the
moon

chimney
smoke

ripped
a
part

the
cold

gibbous moon
a plume of smoke
from a coal fire

ice-
cased
snow

crumbs
left
for
sparrows

wind
blown

cars
buried in-
snow

dusting
my red
coat

fingers of ice
painted on the windscreen
hoarse shouts, frozen

a bitter wind
shakes the lavender
the cat, crying

bluetits
on the peanut feeder
shafts of sunlight

Old to late

old crises new rule
the issue old to late
not me

a line in the sand
tell you whether or not
you are old to late

the crises changed
the age of pension
but not to me

the lucky one
I’m not sure
old at the right time

The crises worldwide have it affect. The pension age is postponed.
They have drawn a time line – born before that you are safe – after that pension is postponed gradually. My grandchildren might have to face a time where they have to decide whether to live or not.

white flowers
on the viburnum
waxy green leaves

pink-tinged clouds
occluded by the grey
blackbirds

January sun

grazes the path -

a dark spur for every stone

in January

the robin queries

the other birds’ silence

a flock of blackbirds
take the last of the apples
freezing winds

crows
populate the poplars
cemetery duties

on the black waters
the swans are pushing forward
in hope of feeding
few people indeed are out
by the Thames on New Year's Eve

the wind drops
in the bank of sycamores
a plastic bag

old calendar  -
sad days and happy days
circled

a starling
on the apple tree
territorial blackbirds

the wind
teases the last few willow leaves
a crow calls out

pelting rain
the bin-cleaning men
in yellow rubbers

second day of new year-
deciding
on what to resolve

slivers of sunshine
limn the opposite roofs
red-stemmed dogwood

first light
the world aquiver
with possibilities

fireworks at midnight
seen through frosted windows
pixillated