Old, leather chairs have certain unmistakable aromas. Perhaps it’s the skin of the animals they heralded from, their pastures, the farms they called home? Perhaps not. I often overthink these things. As for me, I believe they take on the scents of those who cherish them. Like love, aromas linger.
Huddled clumps Of ruby delicacy. Food fit for an eagle Yet eaten by its Tiny siblings. How you hang So temptingly, A tantalising snack Of so brief longevity. Is your huddled beauty Planned, I wonder, Rubies amongst the foliage, Or simply to keep warm? Whichever, For the short time you shine Backlit by cerulean sky, You bring joy to my world. Precious moments That all can afford. Natural splendour That is lacking […]
These isles of ours just aren’t the same We’re losing our history and good name For deer and eagle, grouse and dove Are leaving us through lack of love So much of nature wild and free Is being replaced by conservatory And concrete is the brand new grass But wild birds can’t peck beak through […]
Loose soil and rock displaced by time Reveals the strength of one who spans the ages. Below the sight of men lies your true self, Medusa like roots your security and provider. Mineral, water and sun your silent cravings but Only the creaking of bowers an indication of growth. Yet in the variegated leaves that […]