Morning Sounds

Through the open window
morning sounds,
but only the gently cooing doves
are not drowned
by the angry hornet hum
of rumbling lorries
droning by.

Thor’s Hammer

Mighty Thor’s hammer strikes his anvil,
startling me awake from restless dreams.
Sparks rend the angry sky across
the portals of Asgard, dire warnings
of the approach of Ragnarok.

Off-line

I shall be off-line again for the next seven days. On my return it is my intention to try to cut down the amount of time I spend on the Internet, so for the foreseeable future I will no longer be posting every day. I will endeavour to post on at least three days a week – Monday, Wednesday and Friday and I hope to still enjoy your visits.

Fresh Picked

Fresh picked berries,
mouth-watering, tongue-tingling sensation,
the taste of summer.

Geraniums

GeraniumsBright Geraniums against the wall;
a touch of the Mediterranean
in an English garden.

Crown

Fit for a princess,
circlet of dainty flowers,
wild daisy-chain crown.

Magic

Magic is the first taste
of ripe strawberries, and
magic is a child dancing
in a summer’s rain.

Quotation from ‘Elderberry Flute Song’ by Peter Blue Cloud

Sea

Sea, a grey blanket,
wavelets lapping on the shore,
my eyes gaze and gaze.

Above Water

Head above water,
bright eyes alert, watching, seal
curious as me.

Waves

Eyes looking right, left,
all round, playful waves jostle,
my little boat bobs.

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