It's beginning to look a lot like springtime...
Sing it; you know the tune! It's beginning to look a lot like springtime Everywhere you go Take a look at the flowerbeds, snowdrops...
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When life gives you lemons...
I like that the wind can hurl me its bluster but not knock me down I like that the clouds can throw me their tears but not make me cry I...
The Shroud
The ethereal cloak of a misty morn It's cutting chill like daggers drawn The day to come, beyond the dawn, is hidden 'neath the gloom The...
A Prayer
I have lain for hours. Not asleep; a knotted ball of misery sits heavy in my heart. I wish I could dream, light and free. Released from...
The Nothing Day
Half-light, half bright Not quite morning, neither night The breeze is still, the birds are quiet A nothing day, an empty riot The oak...
Wisp 'o the Wold: a poem
On the edge of the town, in the woods by the stream, sat the Wisp o' the Wold on a golden sunbeam. She was watching the damsonflies dance...
If: a poem
If I were a little girl again, I'd go to the Billy Goats bridge. I'd peep underneath at the ugly old troll, then tiptoe across like a...
Breathe: a poem
I awake. I'm warm, comfortable, snug, the cat nestled in the crook of my left leg. Dreams, already memories, are drifting in and out of...
Betwixt: a poem
Early September is sent to confuse us Her split personality will often bemuse us Neither autumn nor summer, our mind's in a fix Not one...
September rain: a poem
September rain. A storm; stair-rods hurtling downwards like glass spears. Piercing the canopy at will, all life darting for cover....
The Boggart: a poem
The treacle-eating Boggart is extremely seldom spied He shies away from normal folk - their smell he can't abide. Their lying tongues can...
Slow-walking: a poem
Dedicated to Tilly who shows me a childs-eye-view every time we go for a walk x At the pace of a child the world slows down There's no...
The Portuguese Way: Day 1 - Yellow Arrows
Distance travelled today: 20 miles on foot Day 1: Porto to Vairão So, first things first, we survived the 'Squid Game' dormitory. In...
Blue sky hope: a poem
When the lane up the hill is more puddle than path, and you're up to your ankles in mud; when the stream overflows and is running so fast...
Big Coats: a poem
"Put on your big coats and go out to play!" Said my mam on a freezing February day. "But mam, it's cold, and those clouds look like rain....
Snow: a poem
The transformative magic of a snowy day Erasing all signs of yesterday's January A blanket of white reimagines the day As a beautiful...
Hide and Seek: a poem
I thought I saw the sun today A tiny glimpse, a solitary ray. A silvery glimmer upon the pond A twinkle through the bracken fronds A...
A Thin Place by Graeme Cox
Written by Graeme Cox Off to a thin place, to clear my head To feel earth beneath my feet To refill and bolster my starving soul To find...
Winter: a poem
It's dark all day and it's dark all night The sun comes around but the clouds hide the light The world feels small but the sky seems...
November's Nuance: a poem
November's nuance Neither summer nor winter It's weather makes for a fickle friend A glimpse of sun through the rainbow's end A chill in...
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