Waltzing with wispy, willow trees The bitter east wind does as it please The wilful winter had retuned once more To chill our bones and hearts for sure. The spring has retreated and hid its head Turned on its heels and returned to bed I though you were coming out to play? Of course when…Read more Isn’t it Supposed to be Spring?
What plans have we made for this coming year and what do we need to do to achieve them?
This morning, I felt the warmth of your body close to me and stroked my fingers across your shoulder, But this plane ride drew an air-trail of separation between us. This morning, our hands touched over a cup of tea and you hugged me, as tears pricked my eyes, But this plane ride is unmoved…Read more A Plane Ride Away
I returned today to a part of Vienna that I have not visited in a long time, the Pötsleinsdorfer Schlosspark. It can be found at the terminal of the 41 tram, if you would like to visit. It is worth making the journey away from the hub of the city to a place that is…Read more Frame me, Contain Me
Just before Christmas, Chris and I set off to Denmark to take a serious look at a yacht. We have always had the desire to travel and when last year Chris suggested that we learn to sail, I was eager to give it a go. Having wetted our appetite, we have cautiously edged forward, developing…Read more Could This Be The One?
In the Darkness of Winter In the darkness of winter, Two months travel round the sun before daylight, The birds sing. In the darkness of winter, With hours of night left to give way to light, The birds sing. In the darkness of winter, Long before golden beams break my slumber, The birds…Read more Have you heard the birds sing?