Crisp dry dock leaf seeds
Premonitions of the frost
That soon will bite us
Month: August 2018
30th August 2018
Silk spins silently
While we’re weaving wily webs
To trap tomorrow
29th August 2018
Wineberry wagtail
Count the sheep into the pen
Terrydiddle den
28th August 2018
Trap me in with words
These unscalable fences
Pen me in again
27th August 2018
Pierced by fierce dark eyes
An ambush, a surprise
Nowhere left to hide
26th August 2018
Early morning sun
Rises from behind the trees
The storm is over
25th August 2018
A sliver of sea
Silver lands nearer by half
So close yet so far
