StormThe seais breaking the world,shattering the sky,lashing the shorewith surf and foam.The windis a wild thing,a roar, a cacophony,whipping up a rage,spray, salt and tears.Yet still,look at the birds,hanging there, defiant,patient, waiting for thatspace between storms.A calmis out there, somewhere,out of reach, for now,but believe, remain, Listen!, can you hear a bird… calling? Derek Ross.
Gone full blown arty farty now!! Was fun tho…
ShellsThe boy is taking the shore home,One shell at a time, putting themIn his red bucket, not thinkingOf the rest of the world, caringOnly for the task he has set.A woman’s voice, he wipes the sandFrom his chubby fingers, toddlesOff with his precious hoard. He leavesNo trace behind, he only tookA few in the great… Continue reading Shells
If you wear a garland of bluebells, you will be compelled to tell the truth. Bluebell WoodThe wood is wearingIt’s garland of bluebells,Stopping us on the path,Calling us to witnessWhat nature can doIf left to itself.We are not alone.Around the corner Someone is calling,a dogRuffles the undergrowth,There is a buzz in the air,The trees are… Continue reading Bluebell Wood
More bluebell images 😱 Can’t help myself, such a beautiful time of year. I’ve discovered some folklore concerning bluebells, which may explain our fascination with these wee plants. There’s a poem in there somewhere! If you wear a garland of bluebells, you will be compelled to tell the truth When a bluebells bell rings, it… Continue reading Bluebells and Folklore