Orla Cowan

rooftops and windowsills shoulder with

quiet acquiescence the flaky pinpricks 

of icy ashes – and (look!) there is

an equal, fickle coating of the pavement – 

nonetheless with a movement 

decisive, deliberate, perhaps well-meant

Look, there is more than one captured sense

now the morning’s silence is crystallised

in clear, printed lines from eye to mind –

spiralling, soon-to-fade footfalls left behind.