An archives Cape Spear licked by a spit of Arctic ice Wash Ballocks Number Forty-three A dervish for love At the mail boxes Chipper truck's arse Berry bag Sliver Moon Warm enough for house flies Creeper creeping Wintry winds do blow Next morning Mourning dove Take-away breakfast Minding, picking and eating Impatiens rooting and blooming Gathering sticks By the grace of someone else's sobriety Two crows Graveside Nigh full Can Spring be far? Self portrait of sorts Underwing's underside A few minutes too late The lane, or cove, with no name Together, almost and for only a short time Moon, Jupiter and Venus Red Crossbill Finches in the snow Two purples and a goldfinch The neighbourhood graveyard Snowy evening with bus passing Decided Can't decide Mid-winter spider Our full of it from the back door Starling Truck's arse, in this case that of an ambulance Another twa corbies Optimistic spider Up the street This morning Two of my aunts