More praise for the homeward Sun

First, bright flaxen lashes, then the opened eye of sun, like loud cymbal crashes, flashes o’er the horizon. Bright as inspiration, it touches blank winter snow, then out pours creation;

thoughts upon a train ride.

The lush folds of land arose in heavy sweaty lines As the fawning trees nakedly thrust their brittle fingers Up towards the steel grey sky; I feel them seek fresh damp soil beneath.
Cherry

Winter Solstice

This year is dying – let us welcome in the next.

penultamate verse

a verse a day late

Dead Gods by the Sea Shore

Like craggy old faces of an ancient god, Stoically staring at the sea. They don’t move, don’t even nod, From their pedestals, they cannot flee. The force of nature withering and wearing,

Colour Plates

Another failed competition entry. This time for http://www.readingfestivalofcrimewriting.org.uk/competition.html I'm so dissapointed I didn't get that £100 book token.

Little Steps

Usurping Mother Nature of her immortal rights over mankind, I will walk one day, One day when humans will learn to cherish what is there and not was,

FULL MOON/SUN

FULL MOON/SUN Full moon Full sun Herald Love Fun Happiness & Romance Especially Full moon Brings Happiness But At times Allegedly Madness

Christmas is for Everyone

Their legs chased each other, sending mud splats in all directions.

A Christmas Muse for Youse

Merry Christmas! Happy New Year! You're a grand bunch.

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