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a pitcher of sunshine pours through undressed window glass a pure liquid gold to pool on white sheets crumpled in disarray drenching expose..

breakfast tea from plain white china steam on my lip through sips i watch tall river grass from plate glass windows cleaned to a gleam i..

Amazing what gets dredged up in the memories. The pup’s name was shadow

when sun illuminates sky’s winter grey to cast a golden gleam on crystal sea it raises spirits wrapped in warm dressed clothes a treasure c..

watch sunbeams play on water with laughter in their eyes remember little children the ones that don’t survive my arms reach out ..

Mum Third Anniversary 1st Feb.

her optimistic footsteps went searching walking on winding pathways through to green grassy slopes dusted with winter icing into the darke..

in the throes of January shadows admire the simplicity of a blackbird perched on a limb of silver birch a songbird whose sweet notes pour..

written after The Wind Chime Tree

this hilltop climb steeper than expected slower walking an aging canine breathless with each step taken that grassy plateau nearer dus..