My Winter in Summer

I heard the crunch of tyres on the stony ground still, as it stopped on the grassy verge and outpoured chattering children and gathering grownups. Nearby  the yapping of a small dog, running freely amongst  the cars disturbing someones quiet moments, and threatening to knock over the frail taking a walk in the afternoon sunshine… Continue reading My Winter in Summer

The Bee Loud Glade of death

The yellow striped torso caught the sun, revealing the trembling tiny hairs and fragile filigree wings working with God to nurture nature, and so —- the bee flew over the fence to the fragile flowers opening to the sun,  and heard the happy buzzing of harvest; as he sipped sweetness of stamens and  —- packed… Continue reading The Bee Loud Glade of death