Saturday Evening, Aberdeen Beach

Lighthouse winks on the headland, Promising a haven for weary vessels. A boat with a beacon sails the tide, Out for herring, in the salt and smack of spray.

South Sutor

A sleeping giant, the headland rests Heavy on its side, water washing its head. Over the firth is its still brother, North Sutor, alike in dignity and history.

The Rotten Teeth of the Plough

Worrying the earth, tearing at the terre, New hope for the harvest born of pain As punitive steel bites the soft crust, Stripping away the living green, Fallow no longer.

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Helmikuu – Month of the Pearl (The Finnish name for February)

Gentle clouds, with snow white curls scatter their little drops of moisture which, touched by winter, turn to pearls as bright as those from any oyster. And, likewise, little pearls of joy
Cherry

Coming home

It's alright now He's in your arms He's in your arms and he's beautiful He's coming home Seemingly so fragile But he's really oh so strong Nothing could prepare you
Cherry

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Borders

Because they have decided it would be good for me to grab some air. I step outside my hands spread out like an atlas, the compass of my pearly white body spinning, grappling

Love is the Key

Life is like a river flowing ever flowing never really knowing what lies around the bend Beginning at birth the river of life gets wider and wider as time goes by As the stream widens

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