the path

I have been moving along a path. Sometimes it twists and turns in unexpected directions. Sometimes I can’t see where it leads. And sometimes I wonder if I’m going in circles. I occasionally look back, and think about the footsteps … Continue reading


You creep in slowly

Your patches of gold scuttle up through the boughs

Like sneaky imps

I blink once, twice,

My sleepy eyes are still full of summer

I blink again, for what seems like

Just a second

But I know

When I next open my eyes

You’ll be everywhere


glorious sunshine

Is there any better kind of sunshine than late afternoon? There is a peacefulness about it that allows you to bask without wondering what else it is you should be doing… apart from possibly having a wee snooze.

Yes. Sleepy afternoon sunshine is the most glorious sunshine of all.

only romance

The sun grows larger in the sky

Wind whispers the river along

The little waves, they dance and sigh

Spurred onwards by sweetest bird song

The ground is still awash with dew

Morning’s magic fairy tale spell

The petals shimmer pink and blue

As flower blossoms plump and swell

The weeping willows stand and bow

Their leaves caress the mossy stone

Of gard’ners who once wondered how

To tame the earth with plough and hoe

But only romance does remain

Since nature tangles lovers’ hearts

With feathered fingers, writes their names,

And binds them so they shan’t depart

Yes, now the world seems sapphire still

Bright crystal clearness all around

Oh never leave! This moment will

Grow longingly whilst dreams abound


… so soft like velvet

Swaying in the breeze

Gently bending

Waiting, growing, being,

Basking in the sunlight

That fades

With every passing moment

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