Brr!
Brr! Thanks to the help of Mrs Glen – all very present and correct once again, Armed with the resources for the Roundhouse plan! There are frosted pockets lurking – in the shaded shadows, Bleached with ice – there’s a … Continue reading →
Mylo Tup
Entering Through the Gate!
Entering Through the Gate! With an extended wailing – the screeching of a Buzzard – as we draw nearer to the gate, Welcome the silence – as we step within – the grey black moods of the cloud dilate! Biting … Continue reading →
Constructing a Gateway!
Constructing a Gateway! The low bright shimmer of the morning Sun – burns its way through the autumn chills, Greeted by the flightpath of an informal Buzzard – as it calmly skirts the hills! The form of the Willow Herb … Continue reading →
A Touch of Peace!
A Touch of Peace! As I stand on the corner – I soak up the morning – where the word threads string their weaves, Reflecting the moment with a pair of ring necked Doves – as their Autumn Apple drops … Continue reading →
The House in the Round!
The House in the Round! A Morning mist climbs – as the Wood Pigeons scatter – a pair of Male Pheasants – stroll the rise, A fine spray to the taste – before it leaves in haste – it wets … Continue reading →
Lizzie! The Flame Still Burns!
Lizzie! The Flame Still Burns! Rolling with a rainbow – from here to there – the greys they roam the skies, Through the rose of a shower of cascading drops – reaching lows and highs! With a formal exit – … Continue reading →
Back in the Saddle!
Back in the Saddle! The fields of green – with their carpet sheen – roll on up to the foot of the hills, The Crows they scatter – in sporadic smatter – the kith and kin with their native skills! … Continue reading →
Dragonflies & Butterflies!
Dragonflies & Butterflies! Sharing a moment with a Toad – as I prepare to hit the road – on this morn of painted grey, Slowly building cloud-cover of darkened shades – as I join the path that leads my day! … Continue reading →
Welcome Is The Gathering!
Welcome Is The Gathering! This morn – Sun-baked and dry – under a cloudless summer sky – taking in the thrill of the air, Familiar landmarks smile – upon this sacred mile – as I count the blessings that take … Continue reading →
Drips and Drops!
Drips and Drops! The mizzle turns to drizzle in a clouded grey – and the Crows wind around their tree, The journey’s end – with its sombre welcome – a tight-knit patchwork drifting free! Hanging low are the grass heads … Continue reading →