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

The River 2012 – Wee Stone 3.1.12

A skail wind roars
And rents the clouds
Through the beeches

The River 2012 – Wee Stone 2.1.12

The evening’s palette
Washes the horizon with
The winter sun’s warmth 

The River 2012 – Wee Stone 1.1.12

A flurry of feathered activity
In the short light space
Between night and night