Winters Coat

Winters Coat

Put on your winters coat and wait awhile. Catch the breeze, the scent of resting hedgerow as cold nights give way to short days of bright blue skies and a promise of spring. My eye rests on a robin, a radiant chest of health aglow to all the possibilities of a New...
Age

Age

The gentle hum of an autumn day Hangs in the air like an unspoken Act of a gallant act of love That strikes open the soul Of Mother Nature herself.  On such a day as this  It would be easy to miss  The gentle nuances of a twisted core, A Bramley ready...
New work

New work

If I could dance a thousand steps, pirouette with an ease of grace that belies my age, my fears, my all. Yes, if I could, then I would turn and suddenly, I would step into the sky and fly now with wings that beauty would sprout and take me high. Now lost to the night,...

Lost in Translation

Of wispy days of hallowed ground where nought remains of saintly crowns; yet pomp and circumstance retain the fleeting melody of a once fair game. Nothing changes much yet all is lost to a bygone age and a master crutch, where master led and servant knew his life on...

Rainer Maria Rilke

Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colours which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth. leaving you, not really belonging to either, not so hopelessly dark as...