WINTER selection
on the brink
snow fuses
with the horizon
wait in snow
one thought warms
as feet freeze
thin moon
it shivers
beneath the river
blue shadow
she stays still
until it lengthens
thick hail
it blurs the space between
front and back
shortest day
naked shadows
overlap
winds sweave and twurn
trees blend everyway
and even leaves fly
thin tree
two crows
adjust
into a thin fox
ice-pond ducks disappear
brown feathers settle
grey sky
cataract operation
colours everything
cold sun
whittles away at shadows
we remain
bouquet of snowdrops
they look at their watches
those pallbearers
as we two lie
hand in hand
it buries us