First thing

28. First thing

It's got me.

This story.

As soon as I wake,

it makes me start typing

while the sky turns pink.

Flock

27. Flock

I saw them swoop down,

ink splattering a basket of black branches.

Everyone shrieks at the same time

in the twittering hedge.

Record

26. Record

Record.

Play.

Listen back.

There's a magic in the first take.

You record take 2, just in case.

But in your heart, you know.

It's done.

Disappointed, that it's over so soon.

Morning dip

25. Morning dip

Painful

to

watch

him

inch

ing

in

to

the

waves.

Takes

so

long

to

be

knee

deep.

I want him to

makeadashforitand

SCREAM!!!

Discord

24. Discord

Out of key

with the piece I'm learning,

the foghorn

only plays a grey A flat.

Air dried

23. Air dried

Bringing the laundry in from the line.

The towels smell of the wind and the waves.

Bench

22. Bench

Where I sit, on the bright days

makes me believe it's not January,

makes the words run.

Applause

21. Applause

Bus out of town.

That spot where the view opens up.

Forest, river, estuary, cliffs, sea.

All under a huge sky.

It makes the tourists go quiet.

Then some of them burst into applause.

When you're 6

20. When you're 6

It just has to be done.

You stop to read out all the numbers on the currency exchange sign.

Then you read them all out again.

The first snowdrop

19. The first snowdrop

One thin white petal emerges from shy green.

I check every day,

want proof of a new season coming closer,

but it still looks the same.