I easily control my life. A simple button to press things on and off. But, not the wind.
Recently, I dipped into a book I’ve been reading on and off for the last couple of months. I may, if I am honest, confess that it is probably over a year that I have been it! The book in question is Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words by Susan G. Wooldridge. I reached the…Read more A Name to Call Myself
These last few May days have been such a welcome. The warming, constant sun, brightening the land around me, the blossoming variety of wild flowers that simply delight, as I take a walk down the lane. Yet, it is the simple song of the birds that always lifts my soul. From the coldest, January day…Read more Bird Song
Dear Ocean, How much do you like heaving and rolling great waves? What countless dark secrets have you sent to their grave? In grand stormy weather do you like tossing up sticks, While bashing the coastline, is that just done for kicks? Do cray fish tickle as they crawl along? At night are you soothed…Read more Dear Ocean
“I am ready!” the woodland quietly whispers. She coyly turns her sun-dappled crown. Revealing her translucent, dancing, slippers And her spring-ball, lilac, gown. There is always something magical about a bluebell wood. Perhaps because the charming flowers are so temporary, so delicate, so dependent on the season? or perhaps because they are a signal of the […]
The darkness of a winter morning, Two months round the sun before daylight The wise birds sing their spring lullaby. One and a half hours of darkness must shift For light to be our evening companion. In patient emptiness the trees draw Their fingers across a grey, slate sky, But the birds know, they are…Read more What is it that the Birds know?