Sighs linger along lakeside reed roots, an eery gold rises hangs, still as future’s mudflats. Ice stars underfoot bones of winter trees fragile waifs shield…
Cornish writer
Sighs linger along lakeside reed roots, an eery gold rises hangs, still as future’s mudflats. Ice stars underfoot bones of winter trees fragile waifs shield…
Winter Garland Woods hang with the ghost of orange roam eyes for glints of red listen for hints in time a steady pumping beat along…
I love the magic of arriving at the beach to the joy of coastal flowers. My favorites are thrift or sea pinks. Petals of sunlit…
This summer I have spent my time walking in the woods, across the moors and along the beaches near by in South East Cornwall. This…
Spring is celebrating all around us and if you listen carefully you can hear the cuckoo call as I did while out walking on Bodmin…
Field of Trees I’m away to the wood she shows off her green; Horse Chestnut offers fingers gloved in lime, Beech and Ash flutter a…