July 2017

Walking in the hills…

The foot-sucking bog
releases its ancient grip
– moistly reluctant.



Last goodbyes to a dear friend…

Sudden burst of sun;
the air full of memories.
And scent of sweetpea.



Enormous midnight thunderstorm…

Night roars and flashes:
Summer throws a fireworks show.
To rain’s loud applause.



Hearing a cacophony of wren alarums…monsieur le chat on the prowl…

The wrens go loco,
angry cries like castanets:
feline flamenco!


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