Ten minutes of hail. Ten minutes of innocent discontent; wild eyed wonder of the great outside; which pours in blues and greens, hailstone pebbles and grey before spinning the clouds into gold. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally

In Morning

He sits upon the fence and watches, proud chest puffed in morning ceremony. He watches the breeze flit between the leaves and fallen debris, skittering across the blades of grass speckled with midnight dew.   He watches me and you, the cat too. A robin red breast Poppins would say has very little time to … Continue reading In Morning


Golden sunlight shivered in the pale rose sky then shattered with gusts of wind, squishy cheeked blows scattering light and silver trim left dangling from forlorn clouds into a whirlpool of blue blushing pink. Frost stretched lazily past my toes, sinking into dew jewels and blades of Winter's heartache the seat, shrouded in shadow trees … Continue reading 9am