the autumn wind as it danced with the trees skimmed the hedge-tops rustled the leaves that weakened and left their summer perches to join the swishing swaying grass below hissing when the wind bent the blades to its will and teased and played and revelled in the sun’s autumnal glow. Continue reading I Saw
Those days were hot, endless, full of orange squash and jam sandwiches and fun. The morning I wrote this piece it followed a bright full moon and a heavy frost. On numerous occasions over the years I have watched the white-tipped blades of grass turn into lawns of dew and damp rotting dark brown oak leaves. When I walked across the grass earlier this morning, after the freezing air had caught my breath, the grass crisped beneath my feet. I looked back and saw my size nine prints in the frost chasing me. This was all far removed from those … Continue reading Grass – Part 2
I have been thinking about grass (not that type – the stuff you mow when it gets too long). Not only about its colour, its smell, its feel, and how it evokes memories of carefree days when life was about playing in the back garden or out over the fields behind the house, but also about how it survives. It is one of natures survivors. Those halcyon memories of worry free days are even more poignant now that a key figure in my life and those memories, is no longer here and hasn’t been for a few years now. I … Continue reading Grass – Part 1
On a July day beneath the canopy’s shade you found me waiting on platform one and I saw you for the first time the jasmine wafted sweet on the summer breeze not this time on a precious letter of love but on your skin. On the day you found me and I saw you step from the carriage we opened our arms and let love in. Continue reading You Found Me
Bluebells in the meadowreflected the colour of her eyesas they laid togetherunder fresh spring skies. Months were long when summer cameand the sun glistened in her hair.They sat on the rivers edgetogether, without a care. Autumn called with jewels of gold,their lips came together under weakening rays.They kicked and laughedrunning through the cooling days. They wanted forever and a dayuntil winter brought a mighty chillto the love that was growingbut now, lay dead and still. Continue reading Seasons
The Whisper on the Breeze Across the fields of her mind, To a sanctuary lost and never found, To a place beyond a green horizon, To a place where a summer breeze, Spoke words of calm, Of tranquillity, Of hope for pastures new. She lay in a field of green, Splayed and facing blue, The whispering breeze danced amongst the blades, The blades danced with freedom, As she whispered back, ‘Take me with you, To pastures new.’ She felt the breeze brush contours smooth, Cooling with sensations divine, Feeling at one with nature’s delight, Maybe this was her pasture new. Continue reading A New Way Of Life – Day 13
From Bristol to Brighton & Bach 