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 …
What is it you miss? I miss, forming the Haiku, Feeling the rhythm.
Drowsy, warm summer evening, sepia light, long shadows.The sun slips endlessly on its journey towards lighting other lands. Lazy bubbles, …
Summer breeze, fill me Draw my breath, dancing on air Kiss my smile away. ©️Juliette Turrell
“If you have nothing good to say, say nothing” And the nothing days ooze And stretch out, Before you know …
When you need a life break There’s nothing quite like cake, And a coffee of course! To sit in the …
I find it hard to ‘poem’ at Christmas, To share tales of magic and awe, To let you know what …
I love the feeling of chilled air entering my lungs, the breathless, full, expanse. Catching my throat as if by …
Save me a word, Keep me in your mind, Just sitting there, thinking as I do, Quietly Contemplating the thoughts …