21st March 2019

I’m up in the clouds

But I can’t hear a sound here

Waiting to be found

20th March 2019

The sun is calling

Another day is dawning

The hope of morning

Glossy grey green veins

Creep slowly across old skin

New sap arising

A new life cut short

Devoured lost and broken

Another man’s meat

The sharp fresh green scent

Of spring Elder breaking out

Like poison acid

Rain makes a soft spray

Against a background of grey

Another wet day

Great grey buzzard wings

Stetch out, swoop and soar above

Desolated fields