38

winter's come - snow joke!

and dogs are lotto winners

in rollover week

37

nobody looks good

in salopettes, not even

when it's very cold

36

enough ugly mugs - 

what about these lovely swans

as an antidote?

35

it's his level gaze 

melts me, in spite of squid ink

gums and slapped arse face 

34

heads held high, and with

dogged determination

we sniff better times

33

as Annie puts it,

the sun does indeed come out

eventually

32

scored on a plane tree,

clung to cold willow, love wills,

fanning hope with flames

31

no Observer's 'Trees'

- so can't tell whose bark it is

has been love bitten

30

my mess of flowers -

from garden, husband, summer,

winter - dried and fresh

29

prone on pine floor, they

stretch and I watch, mirror framed,

exercising mind

28

dark spots mark the skin

of the landscape, which must be
why we call them moles

27

still not up to speed

with all new camera's functions,

I muybridge the dog

26

apples like footballs,

scrumped and red as ink used by

Sonia Delaunay

25

useless keeper who

didn't stop penalties now

swims with the fishes

24

between two fields a

rickety rackety bridge -

we falter, then cross

23

oh yes! I'm nippy

man and dog, highway to hell,

blink and you'll miss us

22

who put this there, then?

Kent farmers for their cows? or

space monsters, maybe?

21

exhausted brollies,

we nestle down in leaf mulch,

exotic landfill

20

a snail finds light and

nettles shrink, make way for me,

as the marsh moulders

19

outside my office,

medicinal scent of sage

to make me clever

18

oranges and yellows,

and the curling outer leaves

of an artichoke

17

unpeeled in kitchen:

oh my darling clementine -

all the way from Spain!

16

in nature, windows 

look in. Back in the dark warmth

I hear mice scratching

15

lucky Chinese cat

waves hopefully from inside,

dry and warm and broke 

14

mournful dobbin's face - 

the most beautiful I know

in the muddy field

13

unquenched from thin sleep,

leaf blower's drone seeps in me

like gin hangover

12

blackbird on sloe bush

beak the same yellow as the

last remaining leaves

11

magpies complain from

thunder marbled sky, as if

taking a rain check

10

rain on the river

wow! look at that swan in flight!

it follows the stream

9

backlit life thread leaf

projects its shadow flatly

on frosted Tate glass 

8

the spirit rises

when you burn leylandii

and decking remnants

7

grey lichen silvers,

fractally, onward, outward,

simply repeating

6

fall straddles winter,
gold and green give way at night
to deep, deeper old

5

with clocks' change, the fall

and black dogs strain their leashes,

after funner time

4

autumn still bright, men 

burn leaves, wind clatters. Inside

I, in dark, acrid

3

Hey princess, want some?

Any scoop you like a pound

my lush, bruise blushed fruit.

2

fireworks as first frosts

crisp leaves to Kellogg

quality controller's dreams

1

unpressed for placemats

last lemony leaves lament

no fireworks this year