Cloud Curtain

The sun peeps from behind the cloud curtain
at every slight opportunity,
like a small child at a school concert
looking for Mum and Dad.

Dismal Day

Cool, damp, dismal day,
more like autumn than summer.
No sign of the sun.

Between Showers

Between showers
the air holds its breath.
Already the silver birch
is tinged with gold.


Stunned by its collision
with the window,
pigeon sits on the ground
dazed but otherwise unharmed.
Checking later — gone.


However busy,
time spent playing
with a grandchild
is never wasted.

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If I have not visited your blog recently please accept my apologies. I seem to be having some issues with WordPress at the moment and can’t access my ‘Reader’ for the recent posts on the blogs I follow. I am doing my best to resolve the problem which is no doubt caused by some recent ‘improvements’.

For Christine

Humbled by the crosses
you have borne
and still have to bear,
your poetry
inspires me.

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Please check out Christine’s Blog at ‘Journey into Poetry’.
‘Dancing in the Rain’ by Chris Moran (her new poetry collection) is available from Amazon. All profits are being donated to the Multiple Sclerosis Trust.

Summer Heat

Summer heat
beats down, tempered
by a cooling breeze.


Bedraggled pigeons, ragged
yet unconcerned in the rain,
squabble over the bird feeders.


Graduation Day,
Nursery class of 2015,
concert and leaver’s party.
Off to school in September;
grandson growing up.


Strong winds blow against
strong tide, pushing up large waves.
We plough through the spray.

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