Small Stones Days 1 – 3

1 January 2013

Lying awake in bed at midnight, still and quiet as joyous explosions erupt outside. Multi-coloured jewels flash and burst in the sky outside as distant cheers waft through the open bedroom window. Then people go back indoors and peace returns; I drift into sleep, wondering how it would be if every new day were celebrated with such delight.


2 January 2013

The clouds swirl tones of grey

As though black water-colour

Has been rinsed

From a paintbrush.


3 January 2013

Caught by a surprise gust of wind,

The woodpecker skips sideways along a twig

Towards the safety of his bough.


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