Clear

Murky skies,
no appointments -
a clear day.

Blue

Blue graffiti
sprayed across a window
deface the day.

Sour

Sour diesel fumes,
crows crying and the
colour of fear.

Smell

An edge of warmth,
a smell of soil and sap
- already?

Sunny

Sunny skies
and sunshine on my plate -
pastel de nata.

Descending

Dark clouds,
descending mists
of unreality.

Steaming

Steaming tea
the colour of honey -
warmth before dawn.

Drear

Drear, icy light
strips the air of colour -
determination.

Long

long strides and the ground
like a treadmill always
replacing itself

Flickering

On the steely ground,
streaks of light and shadow,
flickering, reaching.

Muddy

A muddy path
winds between bare trees -
cold, sleepless night.

Flying

Passers by
shriek and scatter -
flying dustbins.

Small

On the dim ceiling,
a triangle of light -
day starts small.

Mottled

Is that really blue
behind the mottled bruising
of the morning sky?

Dead

Wake with a start,
mistaking a bird's cry
for my dead cat's.

Obdurate

Warmer today,
but the frozen lake
is obdurate.

Black

Black pepper
invigorates tomatoes,
scorches my tongue.

Clean

Escape from the day
down a long tunnel
of soft, clean sheets.

Infinite

The sky has turned
from grey to infinite blue -
pigeons in space

Impatient

Fresh snowfall -
so pretty and I
so impatient.

Abandoned

After the thaw,
the melted snowman's
abandoned snowchildren.

Through

Icicles slice
through the soles
of my furry boots.

Taste

Custard: the taste
of childhood and colour
of bananas.

Fade

Fade to grey:
the snow slumps
and crawls away.

Muted

Muted cracking
of the frozen snow -
no other sound.

Swollen

Purple silence -
the sky sidles closer,
swollen with snow.

Inadept

Frozen fingers
so inadept at texting -
try telepathy.

Flawless

Flawless blue above -
too cold to stand still,
everyone glimmers.

Tiny (2)

Glugging icy water -
through the bottle's base,
a tiny winter scene.

I just found out about NaHaiWriMo - couldn't resist.

Tiny

Gulping water from the bottle, shockingly cold as a mountain stream, through its base I get a tiny view of black tree trunks stark against the wintry sky.