my dog asleep, her
head resting against my side
my hand on her back
Tag: poetry
#34
a cold draft playing
curling dust in oosy drifts
time for a spring clean
#33
rows of hills and trees
rise layer upon layer
morning mists drifting
#32
morning light cutting
across the darkness of night
this liminal space
#31
at times there are no
words to capture the beauty
of the rising sun
#30
a morning sky so
beautiful, so radiant
in its own splendour
#29
when birds are singing
to welcome the day who could
not be filled with hope
#28
specious-looking sun
promising an early spring
the faintest pink blush
#27
the honking of geese
sharp arrows flying southward
unseasonably
#26
the elm’s signature
fine-cut branches sctratched against
a pale winter sky
My Eccentric Friend 