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
Even the ash tree trunks standing on top of the bank at the gardens edge are unable to hide the expanse of rust-stained green from the window of the bedroom he slept in as a boy. From this same window a once pleasant view of fields and trees, farmers on tractors, cows that scattered when the neighbourhood kids played football where they grazed. He sometimes woke early in this boyhood room to watch the sun rise from behind silent trees silhouetted on the horizon, the sky a warm orange glow. The sunrise seems later these days, it now has to … Continue reading A Field No Longer
If I Were A Tree where would I spread my roots? where would I spend my seasons? where would my leaves shoot? In that field over there you know, the sloping one that the boy lays down in on summer days when the sun goes in and out, in and out and he makes creatures out of the clouds and sees crocodiles and dogs and wizards with pointy hats that turn into into wisps of cotton wool nothingness. Yes, that is the field the one you can see from your bedroom window the field that slopes down to the stream, … Continue reading If I Were A Tree
The bowl of night domed above the illuminated forest sparkling dots blinking in and out skeleton branches of the winter trees swaying, oaks playing with the elms, and sycamores. A clearing stepped into offered uninterrupted gazing of the trillions of worlds stars no longer alive but for those that thrive which one was wished upon? Continue reading Wished
Janie hears the footsteps steadily approaching. But turning around was not an option, so determined was she to leave the past where it belonged – behind her. Her vow? To never again look over her shoulder – to only look ahead, only move forward towards the light – the light that now tugs at her heart strings and tries to draw her forward. A pattern of dappled sunlight spread across the straight, unwavering path. The woman stood perfectly still, determined not to wipe the tears that trickled as slowly as a dying river down her silken cheeks. The only sounds … Continue reading Forever Silver
From Bristol to Brighton & Bach 