I don’t have a window
That I can sit and look out of
But I can stand
As might have done those weavers
To catch the light in their Yorkshire cottages
I do have a standing desk
Which I could move
To be front and square of the view
But what about my sitting space
And my hi-fi stereo separates
My legs feel cool
I haven’t bothered
With the thermal long johns
I have bought a lot of food
That I shouldn’t have
So I will eat it quickly
My two grandsons
School photographs
Look good in my window
The blackbird was still
I was intrigued by its stillness
I looked away for a moment
But then it was gone
Although on looking deeper
I saw it again
Flitting from branch to branch
Suddenly quite restless
The warm sun
Through and over
The winter trees
Through my yard
Small as it is
And on through
The window
Onto this page
