End of the week slog
16:30 The sun is burning through my office window. I feel the call of a cool glass of something chilled. …
16:30 The sun is burning through my office window. I feel the call of a cool glass of something chilled. …
You know it’s been a long, wet, cold winter, when you get a warm Thursday evening. Suddenly, the house has …
Drowsy, warm summer evening, sepia light, long shadows.The sun slips endlessly on its journey towards lighting other lands. Lazy bubbles, …
Time to stop, just take a day, find the silence in your own way. The rush is over and with …
Waxing crescent New start Fresh air Begin creating Build something Surge forward Start again Be optimistic Change reborn Breathe deeply …
The rush of the water on the shore, Salt in the air, taints my lips, Hair falling breeze blown into …
Carrying a tray down the stairs, I’m glad I didn’t spot the feline gift of love, carefully laid out for …
Look, peak, sneaky sneak. The trees lose their leaves again. And I am in awe ©️Juliette Turrell
As promised, a few photos from my walk yesterday in Dorset. ©️Juliette Turrell
So, here we are. A weeks worth of poems. Weekends are too hectic to include. Don’t panic, I won’t do …