still

everything is especially quiet
even for a Sunday

neighbourhood squawks

the magpies are wondering
and asking one another
why things are so still
these days

meanwhile...

the top boughs
of the tall sparse pine
are waving waving waving
defiantly
now that spring
is here

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for slow connections'

maybe what we all need right now
some slower connections

'ting'

alonso just rang the bell
that hangs on the soft sculpture of birds
bought years ago on portobello road
ushering in the vernal equinox
at least some things remain
constant

springs eternal

the sun is shining
the snow is melting
the birds are tittering
while news of the world unfolds

passing

snow gently falling
on this grey day