Migration.

looking up into the pale blue skies, I see great formations of migrant birds returning for the summer, in huge V formations, coming down towards the mountains and the wetlands; Sacred Ibis, Flamingo’s, herons all searching in continuous waves; an expedition of magnitude and creation, here they are free and safe as they circle in…

A walk on the Beach

It was cool with an on-shaw wind, tugging at us, as my sister and I walked down the beach at Brenton on sea, with it being winter, the breeze was cold, so we both wore our brand new annorax over our t-shirt and shorts; how we ran, jumped and folicked down the long white beach,…

The cursor of dreams.

I blink and the screen blinks back at me. I sit half in sleep and the cursor wont stop flashing, I rack my brains as the screen is still blank, wondering if words and stories will appear, maybe a dream or some stirring image rushing out of the depth of my imagination, but still the…

The moon shone bright.

The moon stands huge in the darkening sky, and I marvel at the crispness of the air, which I breath luxuriantly, standing still, enjoying the invigoration, feeling the hectic day slipping from my wearied body; taking me to lush greenery, and the delicate yellow flowers peeking shyly at me, while I wish you were here…