An Easter Monday…

The white house in the window

Is covered by snow

Waking from deep sleep,

I put on the daily cross…

It is Good Friday

Beneath the new bridge

With four cross-shaped lighting masts:

Spring-like swastika

Under the apple,

A big she-cat eats old cheese…

The young wooer waits

Pure mathematics:

Four wagtails plus some late snow…

Back in the garden

A young spider spins

A thread between two buds of

A dwarfish lilac

A morning in March –

The crow sits on the wire…

Finally it rains

Leap year or no,

The carpet of primroses

Lies in the backyard

On a window sill,

Above a sidewalk café,

A black cat sunning

Shiny raindrops fall

From the budding apple tree

In the setting sun