I like listening to the rain and watching the warm street lamp glow melt into the window frame. Sometimes I hear footsteps too, the distant rumble of traffic and the echoes of birds. I can see the chimney of my neighbour’s house and I can see a magpie or pigeon (they visit most frequently) has … Continue reading Chimney Grass
This morning I called out to Homer in my early morning slumber, watery eyed wonder: “She was lilac at first, then she yawned with golden thirst. Clouds stretched lazily reflected below in glistening dew. Rooftops bowed in reverence to shining streaks of frankincense. And Mother Earth, how she basked in Dawn’s rose and blue... Why, … Continue reading Rosy-fingered Dawn
Daubs of grey and white a right hand planted smudged to and fro to birth a tempestuous sky.
Glowing embers crackle amber across the opaque sky. Mother's mastery bleeding reds into blues, lilacs and greys. Colours hang like the gases which seek to envelope all. Greens are mirrored in Mother's looking glass. The air shimmers and waivers, Clouds shape and dissipate as Mother's warmth spreads its wings. Sullen and sultry, rosy reds blush … Continue reading Mother’s nature
