Monday November 30th, 07:49 – 07:52

244.3^o to 257.1^o

Wind WSW 4 (gusting 6), T 8C (feels like 5C), 62% cloud cover

The wren materialises
only when it is still
in the emerging dawn

The morning commute
at the bus stop two masked schoolboys
study their phones

Sunday November 29th, 08:56 – 08:59

25.7^o to 38.6^o

Wind W 1 (gusting 3), T 6C (feels like 6C), 100% cloud cover

Five blackbirds flow
into through up and over
hedge porch roof ridge gone

Front gardens
used as carparks or vegetable plots
a dunnock sings

Grey-cowled and white-eyed
the jackdaws strut the pavement
the mist is lifting

Saturday November 28th, 10:03 – 10:09

77.1^o to 90.0^o

Wind NW 1 (gusting 2), T 1C (feels like 0C), 50% cloud cover

Two mallards scoot out
from the laurel     stop      and preen
looking over a bridge

Water frozen in the butt
frost crisps the grass
and whitens winter stalks

Synchronized clatter
of sticks       sword dancers or perhaps
a martial art

Friday November 27^th, 07:25 – 07:41

51.4^o to 62.3^o

Wind SW 1 (gusting 2), T 2C (feels like 2C), 75% cloud cover

The blackbird watches
as I approach       then flies
lost into the dawn

The jackdaw mob hangs
at the dark end of the street
crotchet dots on ariels

Crossing the dene where
blackcap sang to chiffchaff’s call
memories of May

Thursday November 26^th, 09:40 – 09:52

295.7^o to 308.6^o

Wind W 2 (gusting 3), T 6C (feels like 6C), 62% cloud cover

White-barred wings flash
as finches flick bounce pause fly
along the alleyway

A blackbird trilogy
chacked claims each to their own
crab apple larder

Wednesday November 25th, 09:24 – 09:36

38.6^o to 51.4^o

Wind W 2 (gusting 4), T 7C (feels like 7C), 37% cloud cover

Pressed by hard and loud
on churchyard grass my pace slows
I breath more slowly

I follow a desire path
round the churchyard edge
metros trundle past

Blackbirds abound
foraging in the ivy
the back of the churchyard

Two war graves
I hadn’t noticed before
sandstone rather than marble

Tuesday November 24th, 09:36 – 09:40

000.0^o to 12.9^o

Wind SSW 4 (gusting 6), T 11C (feels like 11C), 62% cloud cover

The shivering rustle
of the beech hedge
a garden-edge copper wall

Sparrows chirp in the holly
games field shrieks scatter
below calls of gulls

Monday November 23rd, 10:43 – 10:53

141.4^o to 154.3^o

Wind SSW 3 (gusting 4), T 7C (feels like 4C), 37% cloud cover

Joyous schoolyard shrieks
flow into metro rumbles
a man sweeps up leaves

Past tumbled headstones
turn at the corner where the
blackcap sang in spring

Sunday November 22nd, 08:20 – 08:31

167.1^o to 180.0^o

Wind WSW 3 (gusting 5), T 4C (feels like 0C), 0% cloud cover

Quiet flocks of gulls
dot the boating lake waiting for
bread to arrive

To the clonk-chime of the gatepost
three blackbirds chase
round the brewery yard

A gasp chat gasp chat gasp
heralds the two jogger’s approach
five crows watch

Saturday November 21st, 08:23 – 08:32

321.4^o to 334.3^o

Wind WSW 4 (gusting 6), T 11C (feels like 11C), 62% cloud cover

Two herring gulls call
from the chimneys above
snatches of robin’s song

Cable layer’s digger
chunters and clunks
berries scattered on the ground