Waiting for the springtime

17th March 2018

Sat in the toolshed on St Patricks Day

Noting the barometer turned

Over from Frosty to warm

When all of a sudden the mercury goes into

Fast flowing freefall

And white powdery masses

Land like leprechauns

Lightly covering rooftops and cars


Dancing with the wind

Salford 1st March 2018

I’ve been told today was supposed to be the start of spring in the UK.  Here’s a piece about the reality!….Inky.


They came from the east

various different snow shapes

dropping from the cotton wool clouds

to engage in a dance

with the cold northern winds

and as mercury heads closer to the sun for warmth

it retreats toward the thermometer bulb

its not sub zero yet – but it just feels like it




Down the road blown by the wind

rafts of snow travel quickly

in forms that move like starlings

forward and back, the snowflakes move

till the wind drops, and they land softly on the lawn


deftly floating it’s way out to sea

rickety branches travel across the water

in expectation they’ll

find their way through the salty sea

towards the sandy shore





In the dawn light of a winters morning

its very hard to see

why the important man with his

very important briefcase

should be stood at the platform

getting covered in snow

if he’d listened to the announcer –

a bus arrived two minutes ago

but he let it pass

and like an ass

he stands there in the snow

in the Dim light of the station

Will he catch his train….hmmm? No.




Salford, Friday 29th December 2017

Camped by a Christmas tree and warmly wrapped in a throw

out of the way of the wind and the snow

Zedding at moments in front of the TV

yet waiting for time that mum and dad call for tea.


Winters night

you could call it crisp

its definitely dark

stars in the sky night twinkle and spark

out in the distant carpet called space

each cluster of stars don’t seem out of place

and standing like statues,

they watch as snow falls

creating their flurries that land soft but tall