a poem

back in the bosom of La Belle France and with all this technology I should surely be able to write something of interest for anyone who might be reading it. Instead here’s a poem – written last year 

Never Return

Autumn mist

       crept slowly from the valley

       a slithering grey dampness swirled

       as it weaved its way among trees and tiles

       enveloping all like a shroud,

       sliding round rooftops and chimneys

       sucking out colour, leaving

       the grey mask

       like death’s own face;


       and when the wind followed

       shuddering, it sighed

       ‘never return

       never return.’


And now for something completely different….




the blue skies of Benidorm

and some creatures around our cottage



such a pretty moth!


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