an unnamed tree of yearly glory blown •
just now not an anonymous green hiding Continue reading →
While here in my dreamtide I’m hearing hill waters
The laughter of streams by the Cuillins of home Continue reading →
Frost on the plants, this morning. Continue reading →
All the regulars pour their own coffee, •
teasing the waitress, joking with the cook. Continue reading →
Although the sky was full of fascinating and fast moving clouds, the view looking down was cheery and promising:
Habit and routine have an unbelievable power to waste and destroy.
