Sunday

Slow, unfurling;
A chance for my mind to wander amongst the flowerbeds.

Roots

The gnarled trunk of the Scots Pine gives an anchor to my scattered life.

Garden Birdwatch,

I wait
behind glass
for winged messengers to appear.

Hedgehog

A gap beneath the fence - the gateway to another world.

Back Garden at Night

I tip my head back;
I am swallowed up by the night sky.

Garden Fence

The scarlet breast
of a Robin
lifts
the heart.

Aeroplane

An aeroplane drones and I drift back to childhood: the smell of mown grass, the thump of a ball on tarmac, egg yolk trickling down my chin.