that day of the year again
January 18, 2012
the unique special day of the year when lovely people spoil you . . .
. . . this day last year was sunny and looking at last years post, I can see that I went for a stroll. No such luck today so I made my own landscape of gifts and cards . . .
. . very pleased to see the ‘red hand’!
and not many people will receive Ratte potatoes as a gift on their special day! Look forward to tasting these from France.
Also many texts and emails and this greeting:
. . . and the poem well for all those born in January and because Alison Fell is special too.
January gives me dark eye
and a light,
one patched like a pirate,
obliged to look in,
the other squinting out at thepark
like a spring animal.
What my dark eye knows
is the blind underbelly
of the turf.
the brown dog
in the dream that defies gravity,
and, in the premature dusk,
Concorde swooping down from the storm-cloud,
not silver for once
but tar-black, lucid
as a galleon in the hieratic spread
of its sails. Alison Fell January/6 Lightyear