leading deeper
into the woods
just birdsong

sick leave
her desk plants
slowly dying

crushed shell
in the morning light
the snail's last movements

spring or summer
a crow lands
on a distant field




on my way to work this morning, I momentarily took my eyes off the road and suddenly became aware of the amazing Derbyshire landscape I drive through daily and the only thing moving in it. It's a gorgeously sunny day and I was honestly unaware of the month we're in, hence the first line. When I did remember that it was May, I still had to ponder the season for a few seconds.

The middle line was originally "a crow comes in to land," which, when I dictated it into the voice recognition thing on my phone, was changed to "Microcomms in Thailand."

noone home - wind chimes sway

early hours...
a dog tells the urban fox
to shut up

not recognising me...
what's-her-name's
familiar face

office move
already unpacking
her gripes