Ancient woodland

The clock keeps on ticking, there’s something quite sick in that, that being those minutes that pander to the hours that follow and the days that crowd through the ways I have walked. A sundial would suit me right down to the ground…

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Thoughts on a budget

Never believe it is Autumn until you see the leaves falling or in Winter until the snow comes, believe only that Spring grows hope amongst the daffodils and Summer is the kiss that awakens us…

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Three bars

Not so chirpy now, look at how the wind blows not so perky little birdie, are we? Winter with its white coat on a doctor, doctor this, a peck, a kiss and fly away. Each green leaf burnt to golden brown to drop to settle down, not so chirpy now…

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Blossom time

So soft the rain that gently bathes my skin and underneath the darkening sky I climb the drops to enter in. A winter here, but Summer never far away. I wait for Spring to listen to the daffodils that sing and bees that hum. Yes, another Summer will surely come before the end of day…

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