The streets
Are scattered
With
Lost
And forgotten
Bits and bobs.
Here
An old woman’s
Winter hat,
There, a bone china jug.
It is early in the year
And the
Trees
Are still bare.
The dead
Squirrel
Has been removed
And the cars
glide
Unerringly towards
Town.
Cigarette packets,
Old milk carton.
Waste,
Rubbish
Left-over.
The white sky
Forms
A protective
Curtain.
I wait.
Dr Rod’s Odd Blog (almondemotion) 
Mmmm, the detritus and dearth of the post festivities season?
An alternative to wait and maybe succumb to the siren song of spirits of January past, try the theatre , the Art Gallery { above the library with pleasant cafe}, the John Ruskin { old building preferred by me tho}?
Plant a rowan or acquire pots of bulbs to flower soon? Snowdrops at Hodsock due out very shortly?
Book a course at High Peak Arts?
Only 11 weeks to Spring!!
Piece de Resistance …………. book halfterm in Tel Aviv – warm and welcoming and by the sea?
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Thanks. Will take these ideas under advice!
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