Lament and Revelation The woman mused, where could she go when next flee a sea that shines and hills hung ...

Walk to the Past The sign to what was called, ‘ancient art’ was fixed to the side of an old ...

A Fungi Walk Rarely has a walk been one without discovery or delight, the last one up a logging track ...

Swallows Flying South Summers’ end leant: unnoticed leaves drift down, pale falls floating, framing a pheasant, fanning dust into his ...

To Farmcote The feel of the day, was a little glum on a long slow upward trudge, on a prehistoric ...

A Bike Ride A distant speck now overhead—a cloud black without wind—to wend it on its way, till the truth ...

Imbolc Black is not dark when laced with light clouds make shadows, Under the snow nothing remains the same flows ...

The Moon Wakes What whim swore that the moon would meander on roll along in infinite space til it tired ...

Sidmouth Sea Garden Through strands of hair that glint lines of light, focus on a flurry of flowers, thistles near ...

The Cherry Tree The Cherry Tree, “it will be beautiful when it blooms”. Noted daily a particular bunch of blossom ...