just before daybreak
my dog and I sit outside
looking at the stars
just before daybreak
my dog and I sit outside
looking at the stars
early morning stars
sprinkled across a dark sky
gazing in wonder
shredding memories
things I have done, places been
people I have met
below this old house
the valley quietly sleeps
a distant dove calls
time moving slowly
watching the lichens growing
on a country wall
parked in a layby
the rustling of autumn leaves
that old copper beech
2 January, 2022
popularity
weak and shameless masquerade
the bare-faced unmasqued
2 January, 2022
my sister-in-law
a dervish preparing food
on family days
1 January, 2022
home from Italy
prone on the floor, my brother
bonding with our dog
1 January, 2022
ever thankful for
those mellow days when the air
itself breathes of love
January 1, 2022
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
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