Old soldier’s tears silently fallHis suffering we must never ignoreHe carries deep scars of atrocities pastOf sadly, a sometimes-forgotten war. His hands now gnarled, misshapenDecades […]
Blue-framed window cottage, across from meadows and trees, where hares playfully box, in summer’s whispered breeze…
A poem about truth and where we find it.
A poem about ten seagulls sitting in a line. It was inspired by watching these beautiful birds by the beach near my home in Suffolk.
So day will soon be gone, and seagulls with outstretched wings, fly home across a pink washed sky…
Little perfect rose, opening to the sun, petals gently unfurl, one by one.
Never too old to jump in puddles. To kick leaves on an Autumn day. Never too old to marvel at a rainbow. As the sun and rain come together to play.
A poem about fractured bark, stretching limbs and happy memories. Dedicated to our precious son, James.
A festive poem that imagines a dream of the first Christmas.