The Remembrance of Pebbles I reach the beach under A grey-sky welcome, A stiffening breeze whipping Bottle-green-broken wave tops...

Weathered Family Over here it's raining. And the wind is blowing A hoolie and chilling our bones. Winter wrapped in gloves And scarves,...

Alone I was alone. And silence Welcomed me. And the wind Embraced me. And warmth Enveloped me. And all thought Escaped me. I was alone....

Hill Scars I bear the hill scars. Wind thrashed and Rain lashed to my Weather beaten core. I bear the hill scars. Elemental exposure and...

Wave Watching I liked the way You watched the waves. Surprise on your face As each one grew to A rising presence. A force of nature...

Sea Grief We called the seabirds. Swooping and squawking - The wave bobbers in Constant chatter, exchanging Stories in braggadocio caws,...

New Book, Old Friend There is a happy nostalgia In turning that first page. Imbibing the scent of Ink on paper, a smell That is...

Covid / War The day the war came, Covid went away. The fog of war replaced The viral load, and Covid knew it'd had its day. The day war...

War On Social Media They watched the war on Facebook, Then laughed at all the cat memes. They watched the war on Twitter, In 2 minute...

The Mad Wind's Night Work Evening quiet brought The darkened portent. And we slept to dreams Where we were carried high, Aloft with...

The Train South From Glasgow (Masks On) We’re all in it Just the same. Except when we’re travelling From Scotland to England, On the...

Pier Into The Past We walked to The end Of the pier And watched The distant Ships, silently Drift toward The horizon Accompanied by The...

Breathing in the Winter Morning The morning Is soft breath And lungs full Of night, dark Respirations, rhythm Pulsing dreams that Float...

Home or Away? (On Leave or Leaving?) Going abroad For a couple of weeks Bit of sun and sea Chilling out by the beach Going abroad Forced...

Seaside Demise (Under The Greyest of Skies) No one's off to Great Yarmouth For seaside fish n chips, Or stopping over in Rhyll, Where the...

Bus Trip Britain There's more of them than us Pojedziemy pieszo czy pojedziemy autobusem? (Shall we walk or take the bus?) And they...

I walk in dawn dark And the canal creaks An icy yawn. A light sparks like A two wheeled firefly as An early bike flashes past. More...

Every Day is a Poetry Day A blade of grass, A falling leaf. A breaking wave, A tree lined street. A newborn's cry, A wizened, aging...

You Became The Bird And when the light Began to fade In sunset's silence, I felt your touch. Fingertips became Feather tips and your...

Moon Reflections The moon reflects The entirety of Our lives. From a distance Complete, whole. Yet upon closer Examination Riven with...