11.11.2009 A nation stops, breaths hold, eyes water, history fills home and street. Shop tills cease tolling their rabid gunfire, cathedral choirs fall silent. Generation gone, Harry Patch and Henry Allingham nod no longer before poppy carpets and...

Sometimes Sometimes You are the indistinct spot, an out of focus horizon losing colour to the vagueries of distance. Hedges and fences my defences against what You may ask of me. Fields and copses of my realities - exposure or shield in the conduit...

Tinged with blue With the passing those looks begin to fade, royal colours losing precious golds, the blues of Winter cool breathing heralds of a new season. Autumn sun posts its rearguard sentries between the drizzled mists and there’s a sword in...

I’ve known these trees I’ve known these trees from childhood since clambered branches scavenged knees and liberated blood. I’ve know these trees when wind’s calamity steals and shapes and when sun’s spotlight peers through crowded...

Leaf upon leaf Leaf upon leaf golden gem upon crimson brother the finery of Autumn drips from weeping trees. A regal carpet mantles the ground, for a while, then begins the cycle of decay. Wind gathers them in huddlings, the scattering laughter of...