The Search

He’s no longer here
in the present
just an echo
of the past -
left behind in
little clues
for me to find.
A name in a paper,
a face in a photo,
a name whispered
in sadness…
One by one
they reveal themselves
as I sift through
all the grit
to find the
nuggets of gold

Gone but not Forgotten

That’s the last substantial tree gone then. My newish neighbour hates trees. Thinks they are going to fall on her so told me of her plan to uproot everything along our boundary. Previously a nice secluded, if a little wild, place to relax and enjoy some privacy in our garden – now completely open to be overlooked from her back lawn (can’t call it a garden) and the street beyond.
I wonder where the little inquisitive robin will nest this year…


The mark of the Dragon

Fiery dragon’s-claw
Scars the Welsh skyline.
Feels like coming home
Now we are in the
Land of my Mother’s…

Welsh dragon claw

Mothers and their daughters

Like flowers
that bloom when
nurtured…sometimes wildness prevails!


Immersed in the Countryside

Basking in the
warmth and sunshine
of a Spring newly
we traipse over fields
and waterlogged
Then later, laughing
with tiredness,
we peel off our
layers –
to soak our bones
in scented water
and watch nature’s soap
down the plughole
along with our
Such bliss!
ninham walk 16.3.14


Deep, deep blue is my heart
like the ocean of tears
I have cried
For you
Deep blue


How interpretation
Changes with

picture: Google images

picture: Google images

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