January

Frost in the grass.

Watching golden sun climb the wall opposite.

Bird shadows darting, swooping past.

Big skies, cold-blue, pale, full of sherbet colours.

Birthday come and gone. Candles blown out, cake eaten. Cards perch on the windowsill waiting to be cleared away. The year now begins for real, this last celebration over. Work starts in earnest, settling into my soul.

I look ahead, to deadlines that approach too quickly. Months that will sail past me whilst I blink and marvel at the rising and setting sun.