Romany Caravan

Trundling down the road comes
a barrel-shaped Romany Caravan,
drawn by a horse with its gentle clip-clopping,
holding up the traffic
but no-one really minding
as cars slowly pass, occupants smiling.


Sounds of Spring

Sounds of Spring;
the birds sing.
Even the noise of passing cars
cannot drown their joyful song.

Cold Drive

Wintry morning,
frost ices the cars,
cold drive to the airport.
My daughter flies south.


Ice, like light snowfall,
on house roofs, cars and gardens;
Jack Frost passing through.

Morning Mist

The morning mist hangs heavy
like a pall of smoke.
The lights of passing cars
glimmer like cats eyes.

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