2. Groundhog Day is grey, Winter is over & Spring? a snowfall away. 9. Snow, snow and more snow. Minus temperatures at night & garden swimming. 17. Snowdrops - first flowers. This year we leave them growing for you, are not here. 24. The wind feels warmer. Birds chirp in the trees, buds swell & … Continue reading February Fragments
Dear Readers, It has been a mental year. The Brexit merry-go-round continues with predictably awful consequences. Over a million people have died from Covid and infection rates rise/fall/rise. Police keep killing unarmed black civilians. There have been riots. Protests. Strikes. Another global recession and U.S. election is upon us. As well as floods. Forest fires. … Continue reading Nearly Two
Rest, she said & left me, one morning in July, for I was weary & heartsore in these mad, Covid times. I rested, like she told me, watched time pass slowly by & only now has she returned, delighting in this rhyme. Hello, I said, How are you? She smiled, was almost shy, I’ve barely … Continue reading Abandon(ed)
A Room of One’s Own Revisited
I have a room of my own. The smallest in the house. I can see the garden and the seasons changing in front of my window. Sometimes, all the seasons pass in a single day. There is one bookshelf full of books and pictures line the walls. These pictures have been carefully curated and hung … Continue reading A Room of One’s Own Revisited
my writing is slow he is outside working hard not quite Diet Coke hot but still the apple tree is gone the sandpit vanished the patio of stones now a southern facing dream replenished.