Christmas letter to a/the Father

Father, You never had much time for God. The Church had taken too much that away and so at our house Christmas was always a different affair, more of the old gods than the one newer Father. So we followed your lead – one year the tree was made of  six or seven bamboo canes…

a ribbon in my hand

Before… Redcurrants in cherry yoghurt, eaten quietly to not wake my cousin in the other room. Another day to spend with you Dad, to simply be there with you, for you. Walk to the car, and stop to clean the tiny pattern of footprints off the windscreen where a pine marten has run across the car overnight….

The Leaving Of Snow

via Daily Prompt: Vanish Fields slump below the cliffs, a tree made for climbing stands offset from the others. Everything is smothered with a trillion white crystals as the sun struggles to light the sky, lethargic in the cold depth of winter, its power in summer only a distant memory. Oma climbs out of the passenger seat…