January/February

TUESDAY 29

On the brink of snow,
perhaps, people leaving zip
up their quilted coats.

WEDNESDAY 30

I’m tethered when my
bootlace is caught under the
door I’m pulling shut.

THURSDAY 31

January goes,
last chance until next year to
say Happy New Year.

FRIDAY 1

Blackbird hops along
the crest of a stone wall by
abandoned rubbish.

SATURDAY 2

Candlemas/Groundhog
Day. He’s seen his shadow by
9. Still more winter.

SUNDAY 3

Grass as hard frozen
as pavements but in pastures
early lambs are out.

MONDAY 4

Prisms hanging near
the window print red, yellow,
turquoise on my sleeve.

© Jacqui Rowe