Her love

He roused her from deep hibernation With his warm, soft sensual kisses His gentle hands caressing, exploring…… Beads of perspiration formed On their freshly bathed bodies In the sultry air, of an early summers night Responding, she nuzzled into his neck Taking in the...

Old manor gardens- Bexhill

Within the walled garden, the manor house stands Square leaded windows, a testament to its past Ordered rose beds sit amidst the close cut lawn, Awaiting bloom, they appear severe and stark In neatly cropped borders of symmetrical design, The rich black earth casts a...

Dawn at Dunkirk (a reflection)

‘Lives extinguished into darkness And yet, ethereally luminescent’ Beauty from out of carnage How can this possibly be When the words themselves Are the opposite ends of the scale Is their a force we do not know That exists in the air around us A force that we choose...

A flower of the mountain

I would grow beside the cool crystal water To bear witness to the birth of its being With its orchestration of musical sound Pure and sweet in its joy of living Tumbling and twisting and rushing to be A winding river that leads to the sea I would unfurl mine eye to...