March 2019

Heat on the flagstones these days…

Tireless explorers
cross arid patio wastes:
an ant caravan.




Blurry satellites,
hoverflies orbit their sun:
bright forsythia.



Rain, then more rain…

Coums inundated.
Hillside paths become stream-beds.
Water takes over.



Calm, momentarily…

Like you’d pet a cat,
waves gently caress the rocks.
Shushing sweet nothings.



First out, the chestnut buds – as usual…

Chestnut buds bursting
Silent slo-mo explosions
On a long, green fuse.