The river has again

found its true course,

the banks and fields will

reap the reward of its wanderings.

Mindful Wee Stones – 6.1.13

A few minutes today,
a few more tomorrow;
the sun lingers,
warming the beeches.

Mindful Wee Stone – 4.1.13

Gold and silk threads
soft, shimmering,
countless stitches 
of unnamed artisans.

 

Mindful Wee Stone – 3.1.13

Chattering Fieldfares
flock and clamour,
northern voices
vexing natives.

Mindful Wee Stone – 2.1.13

Winters low light
cast over the Down,
cold winds ruffle 
the warm green shoots.

Mindful Wee Stone – 1.1.2013

The year begins with
A clean white page;
Searching for words
In the Chalk.

The River 2012 – Wee Stone 4.1.12

Skeletal structures sleep –
Dreams of ripe flesh
And summer’s warmth