Jackdaws and magpies
Annual Branch Meeting starts
shimmering pathways, blank skies,
and a lone walker.
bending trees, lashing wetness,
and a happy dog.
sleeping snails, stirring shoots,
and a hoe at rest.
December in bloom,
kissed by winds from the Azores:
Jack Frost in exile.
Father Christmas wilts
and casts his clothes from the sleigh:
yearns for good old days.