wind-whipped eyes weeping
gothic attention seeking
broken dreams seeping
lights dance music beats
take my hand for one last jive
and banish all thought
once i turn him on
fifty shades of hot pc
holds me now in thrall
convivial fire
tucks us in for teatime stories
outside, fog threatens
crystallised windscreen
seaside candyfloss sunrise
goldcrest entertains
gold flares on silver
but i am not seduced
dundee day is done
misty city's bells
fling into its lighted dusk
ancient calls to prayer
i post virtual hugs
hoping my children are close
enough to feel them
reflections of branches
though the screen stays blank
my words are budding
city croci in
fairy dairy milk colours
bourneville remembered
dandelion cat
ticking over till summer
then puff! he's away
dreich (adj.) old norse djùgr
long suffering, patient, lasting
our forebears too endured
bright trumpets glowing
heavenly host carousing
drunk on spring sunshine
twinning solemn gait
morning constitutional
barclay and his man
wee snow soldier troops
spears uplifted just in case
winter's not away
naked sober trees
seduced by sky's promises
to put their leaves on
green bud daffodils
like tightly furled promises
poised to spring to life
at chinese new year
baby dragon sheds his skin
on sauchiehall street