March 2020

At last…

Spring comes in a burst
of green and yellow flowers.
Fed up with waiting.




Daffodils straggle,
following a long-lost path,
across a green field.



The bay is whipped up…

Clouds come rolling in,
Cléire takes two steps backwards.
It’s a bad Heir day!



In like a lamb…

Waves kissing the rocks
they had savagely battered:
Some passions abate.