The Cotswolds Dreams with droplets rise moving sparks and planes of light sun – warms in shelter still chill – through woods, Clues of spring, shoots – greens – blues are seen glimpse of deer – bound and disappear swooping … Continue reading →
Ombolec Black is not dark when laced with light clouds make shadows – mists sway over high-lit hills, But nothing remains the same under the cold and snow, flows exchanged in the cycle of seasons from sleep to a wave … Continue reading →
Farewell to Autumn Mist hung heavy on the haw as autumn’s gate gathered pace heady days of harvest finished insects have diminished, Swallows due elsewhere to flourish gathering before flight young birds innocent of the enterprise to fly oceans by, … Continue reading →
Reflections! Lacy Frost Frosty breath of gods paints tops of hedges white sugars trees on hills deeper white in ditch and rills, Intricate as lace grassy plants made plump from stalks of summers gone, Replace the gloomy place of deep … Continue reading →
Dawn of Mystery! The mystery of magic flows at the edge of dawn where the moon breaks into rivulets of running ribbon, Sultry and still – the lake pauses – reflects shadows an Owl’s hoot floods among the trees the … Continue reading →
The Moon Wakes! What whim swore that the moon would meander on roll along in infinite space til it tired – trod away – in times too far away – for us to be aware that earth is not eternal … Continue reading →
