angled sun streaks—

the weir’s surge of water

an opalescent green

flurries of snow

once again spring

has disappeared

dream-like state...

butterflies' flimsy flight

across the carpet

bitter wind...

we take refuge
in a betting shop

art exhibition...

that same perfume
follows me around

low evening sun...

a black cat scoots
across my shadow

                              on the footpath

                              two crushed daffodils

                              ...half-light