Now that the Christmas rush is over
I have time to construct a rib where before
a stocking or garter would suffice
and at this January pace watch
blue tits flitting off twitching stems of Martin's Spurge
note shoots even now breaking through compost
admire flames of dogwood in the flower bed
where Winter Daphne presides
and even raise a brow at our one eyed kitty
who has already this week caught two mice
and an unfortunate house sparrow.
I think this sock will be some time in the making.
Copyright Cathy Leonard 2025
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