In The Garden

A gentle mist falling in the garden no rain nor storms prevail no threating bolts of lightning no judgements here Gentle breezes flowing constantly to caress and comfort the soul

A Winters Tail

Dedicated to the fox who sticks a wily finger up at me every night as he passes my gate.

DOG TAILS 1. A DOG IS FOR LIFE, NOT JUST CHRISTMAS

This is the first of eight Dog Tails. (Sorry)

Darkness

I lie in bed with him so near...

A Christmas Villanelle

A snowy scene, frosty and cold..........

The Bird

The coach pulled in and I mounted the steps.........

Name

Your memory does not belong to the name nor to the second I breath It moves not the howling word of pain not the darkest desire in me I sigh without knowing that this pain is the name
Cherry

Odour Eaters

Archie got up late as usual, and looked around the room.

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