First published in January 2022

Frost skinkling on the grass
like fine white embroidery,
a pale sun lighting
the damask sky, still

The air is chill, bird-bath
iced over, pond's dark depths
satin-black, goldfish in hiding.
I scatter a confetti of crumbs
for the solitary sparrow.

I shiver, pull the zip of my fleece
tight to my neck. I shuffle
across the slippery patio, eager
for coffee, to view the garden,
a black & white collage,

from the kitchen window.