Roam the countryside
Somewhere my roots can take hold
Where do I belong?
grass
30th September 2019
As time drips away
Seconds to hours to days
There is no present
29th September 2019
Into the distance
Between green fields and grey clouds
I’m still holding on
20th September 2019
Without a winter
There would be no autumn leaves
To burn up my heart
9th September 2019
Crisp autumn morning
Cool breath filling my nostrils
Let my spirit free
24th August 2019
To simplify
To remove the cruft
To simply be
19th August 2019
Green fields of England
My natural habitat
Alien to some
