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!
There is a hole in the bottom of my soul. It oozes darkness. There is a hole in the bottom of my soul It sucks up my energy, Eats happiness, And gorges on joy. I have a pink sparkly plug To stick in the hole in my soul. It stops all the Smiles…Read more A Hole in my Soul
Wandered along a beach on the Island of Kegnæs, Denmark with my camera, intent on finding patterns and shapes, when my attention was draw to these stones placed on the edge of the jetty. Their colours, against that of the jetty, intrigued me. Then my mind began to consider where they had come from and…Read more The Power of a Stone
I arrive at a choice of direction I am uncertain the way I should go I seek out wise council. Who might be sure to know? The setting sun smiles with knowing glints. Surely it can be my guide! Do I mingle with the green woods? And in ancient oak trees hide? Perhaps lofty…Read more Seeking a Change of Direction