Winter’s Walk

The crisp and frosty leaves do laylike nature’s carpet all the waythey crunch and crunch under the boottill dense wood joins and churn to mud. Beech trees shed nuts on the groundand squirrels leave the shells aroundanother sound is played by trodden foota sharp crisp, crunchy one of empty nut. We reach the shrubs alongContinue reading “Winter’s Walk”

What’s In The Woods (in the dead of night)

`Ever laid under the gleaming stars?Watched with awe on a moon-lit nightwalked through the woods in pitch darknessheard her screech, a barn owl in flight. A silent flight on spread out wingso quiet you do not hear a soundand then at once her voice is thereyou`re wide awake, hear your heart pound. Still walking onContinue reading “What’s In The Woods (in the dead of night)”

The Ruling Classes

I walked into a restaurant one daylooking for a bite to eatall the folk were making merrysome dancing on their feet. Eating juicy steakslobster and fine cuisinewashed down with sparkling wineyou know what I mean. Their faces were familiar for I’d seen them on the news living in their second homes – and fancy Mews.Continue reading “The Ruling Classes”