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SNOWFLAKES
Tumbling, flittering, dancing downwards Each and every one is unique in pattern, shape and size Little ones dawdle delicately, coming to rest gently on buds, tightly closed and waiting for spring, ........
WRITING FOR A RAINY DAY
It’s mid-January, and it’s a particularly blustery day. The rain hasn’t stopped, miserably patting down onto the squelchy, squishy leaf-carpet that covers most of my garden. Little birds have been ........
MRS MOSS AND THE WOODCUTTER
Woe betide the one who stumbles upon the little log lodge of the Moss People, particularly if he or she should choose to wander lunchless. This is the sort of advice that Joseph the Woodcutter coul ........
BREAKFAST
There’s a tree in my neighbour’s garden,It’s much bigger than all the rest.It holds about a hundred birdsThat put it to the test. Each morning, fluffy starlings squeakAnd squawk a loud demandTha ........
SEAFOAM
A hushA breath of wind as we look out across the wreckageJust scraped sand, reallyBut the chaos is etched into every groove, every jagged lineUpturned pebbles and rocks worn smooth from the beating ........
LITTLE HILL HOUSE
Amongst the cluttered chaos of moving home, it’s hard to find a quiet space to write. My cosy little office has been packed up and left behind; I’m now surrounded by boxes, bags, flatpacks gatherin ........
INTO THE MYSTERIOUS MIST
A magical mist lingers mysteriously over the open field.Shapes of trees and cottage rows just made out through the fuzz of fog,A hesitating stillness awaits withinYet, the woods are all but still ........