While I was walking between cabins with my bucket of cleaning products, there were many birds beside the water I could have stayed there for…
Cornish writer
While I was walking between cabins with my bucket of cleaning products, there were many birds beside the water I could have stayed there for…
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…
Apple sways shawls weighted with fruit ready to crunch. Tender leaves flecked with bronze rustling with shyness.
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…
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…
Oh, to Be. Petals hold stern as bumble reaches, dainty limbs forage. She feels a tender glare, sucks in at possibility – a darted…
Silver Y Arriving a slow, fluttering bloom of heavy wings, Silver Y settles beneath nettle edges, bramble jewels. Her cloak a layered bark; striking…