The wind blew in some interesting weather this afternoon.
Above the valley, grey and winter-tired, skipping across the worn out landscape, the sun reaches out, stretching from the west, leaning over the lavender pools cupping in his golden hand this rounded crest a cheek glowing with love. The blue … Continue reading →
the end of winter •
the cats finding their own sun •
each at a window Continue reading →
This is the end of winter • to wake alone, outside the duvet, Continue reading →
Tonight on the drive home, a chiffon bit of fiery cloud hung so close to the road an escapee from the bank of golden and steel blue at the edge of the world – Seemed like impossible magic and it … Continue reading →
Isn’t the best way to save face to keep the lower part shut?
