Exalted Skies – a poem

Budding trees, Branches wide, Exalting the sun In bright blue skies, Where clouds drift, Travelling free, Shapeshifting their form To speak to me.

Warming – a poem

Spring sun stretches Her shining rays, Gracing us with blue skies And warmer days. Her strength however, Not fully rebirthed, She bows out early To return to the earth.

After the rain – a poem

After the rain, Green is vibrant again, Yet flowers droop With the weight of dropped tears, Until the clouds pass by And the sun rises high Drying eyes Of coy blooms that do peer.

The trees cry – a poem

Watching the water drops Trickle from treetops, Each one a tear of sorrow. Bare branches forlorn In the grey of the morn, As they wait for a better tomorrow. Even flowering colour Has never looked duller, In sunless cloud choked skies. It’s a pitiful scene Not a springtime dream, No wonder the trees do cry.

Spring Snow – a poem

Snowflakes fall in a flurry, Each one a flighty down feather, Winters last stand has defied The awakening of the spring weather. Flower blooms hidden beneath The new fallen snow as it lays, Shrouding the land in a cape of white Natures beauty in a wintery way. The Earth she stands still for a moment

February morning – a poem

The mist lies low, Bare trees crow, Ominous through the grey veil. Sunlight refuted, Colours muted, Deep in the stony skied dale, Yet the birds still sing A joyful song of spring And spirits are lifted but slight Til a breeze busies through Then glimpses of blue And hearts are then filled with delight

Frosted Path – a poem

Glass dust glitters, The ground becomes night, A dark sky scattered with a million stars. Frost has transformed Bleak black paths To a unfurled ribbon of sparkling tar.

The Impatient Flower – a short story

A modern folk tale written by me and told via audio and the written medium

Frozen – a poem

Held in frozen time, Ghosts beneath glass, Living statues trapped As time does pass. In their icy caverns, Their windowed tomb, Life holds its breath In wintery gloom.

Frosted forms

Feathery fronds of frost, A delicate under-down Forming filigree art work On leaves upon the ground, Tiny strands glimmer In winters growing light Blanketing the landscape In a raw crystalline white.