This path has led me to the shore where two worlds find a home. One rooted in the brown earth, the other free to roam.
November, the air hangs still The sky left to the lament of crows A toneless dirge on empty fields The pallid sun fights to puncture thin clouds Nature’s pause, before the storms of winter. On my recent morning walks, I have noticed the stillness of the air and the quietness around me, which has been…Read more November
On the edge of summer, the green wanes and the wind is quiet. Time for the autumn’s fiery pageant to salsa her dazzling colours across the land – auburn, amber, golden yellow Before her routine is complete. Stillness throws down his thread-bare, cold edged cloak. Waiting decay creeps into her joints and sits unravelling summer’s…Read more On the Edge of Summer
This morning I sat in the doctor's surgery and cried. It is the third time I have sat in the same position in the last few weeks. Progress has been, I suppose, because the crescendo of emotion spewing out from the build up of the last few months - frustration, weariness, pain and confusion -…Read more When Stress Couch Surfs on my Sofa!
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
I close a door and lose the chance For you and me to learn to dance I close a door and fail to see, that you are very much like me. I close a door, then stand behind My prejudice and fixed stone mind I close a door and what could be gain, is left…Read more If I close a door, then…