
(From Babraham)
Hoarse cries, wriggling worms
Beginning one’s life in a
Chaos of branches
(From Babraham)
Hoarse cries, wriggling worms
Beginning one’s life in a
Chaos of branches
Posted by Beatrix MGN on March 30, 2018
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2018/03/30/what-would-it-be-like/
Posted by Beatrix MGN on March 28, 2018
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2018/03/28/rooks-outside-my-window/
(From Wandlebury Country Park)
Mud on my trousers
A robin’s song in my heart
I bring the woods home.
Posted by Beatrix MGN on March 23, 2018
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2018/03/23/after-a-long-walk/
(Credit: Rothart on Pixabay)
One dove is for peace
Two are for love. They must be
The hippies’ favourite.
Posted by Beatrix MGN on March 21, 2018
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2018/03/21/doves/
Posted by Beatrix MGN on March 16, 2018
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2018/03/16/pigeons/
(Credit: Paul Morris on Unsplash)
Sloshing over cliffs,
While chuckling at the rainbow,
You plunge into air.
Posted by Beatrix MGN on March 14, 2018
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2018/03/14/mountain-stream/
(Credit: Jörg Hempel)
Both easing the heart
And waking new desires
Love-in-idleness
Posted by Beatrix MGN on March 9, 2018
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2018/03/09/viola-tricolor-wild-pansy/
(Credit: John Jennings on Unsplash)
Gnawing on the end
Of my favourite writing pen.
There must be something.
Posted by Beatrix MGN on March 7, 2018
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2018/03/07/waiting-for-inspiration/