A colder, greyer
day today.
No horizon
out at sea.
No treetops
on the hill.
Sweet scented smoke
swirls between
the beams.
Beads of water –
moondrops
on the cabbage leaves
as blackbirds carol
and pigeons flap
and fluster.
The treasures
of today
are laid before me
and I am humbled.

My Gran's wonderful furry companion Francis