March 2017

Home again….

Sand grains cascading
from my holiday suitcase.
Memories of heat.



Neither oak nor ash are budding yet, but Spring is here…

Last year’s leaves still cling,
one colour with the robin
hanging his song there.



Everything’s green, white and gold…

Timely arrival:
celandine decorates banks
for St.Patrick’s Day.



Calm and serene now…

Sea, polished pewter.
Mist reveals hidden layers.
Somewhere a dog barks.



In like a lion, and more rain – and floods..

Trees stand ankle-deep
Egrets pierce their reflections
The whole world is sky