Sunday, 5 February 2012

A Few Last Small Stones

21st January

Deep winter -
in the shelter of a holly tree
a bush of vibrant pink bells
remember summer

22nd January

23rd January

Through the scribbled branches
of the beech tree
the evening sky turns pewter

24th January

Evening: On the doorstep I leave an offering
              of the day's uneaten cat food

Morning: The white bowl empty
               but for the crisp curled mystery
                of a winter leaf.

25th January

Opening the curtains
a bright round face
beams through the window -
the returning sun

26th January

a line of sheep
circles the oak-crested mound -
a living amulet

27th January

The goldfinch rides
the mast of last year's evening primrose
like a sailor scanning for land

28th January

In the far distance
snow-heavy hills blend with the sky
the windmills spin their blades

29th January


30th January

As of old the church bell rings out -
my first service for 30 years -
inside a boy sings
'Blowing in the Wind'
in Polish
a saxophone played from the pulpit
reverberates along the pews
outside the wind-borne snow
creates the world anew

31st January

On a bed of moss and snowdrops
lies the Bride doll lightly sleeping
come and call her to awaken
celebrate this springtime brightening!


  1. Beautiful Hilaire! Such wonderful "noticings" and descriptive expressions. I look forward to seeing what you will post here now... Christine

    1. Thank you Christine! I'm quite looking forward to what I'll post here now - it's an adventure:-)

  2. Hilaire,

    Just wanted to let you know that I've nominated your site for The Versatile Blogger Award! To find out what to do, click here:


    1. I'm honoured, Cynthia - thank you very much!