Thistles

I visited the croft this morning and saw several spear thistles standing tall. They were attracting lots of insects; butterflies, hover flies and bees. Here is an excerpt of a poem I wrote last Summer. Thistles Majestic crowns, no blooms could surpass, Standing tall above feathery grass. At Summer’s end they fade and die, DispersingContinue reading “Thistles”

Curlew Calling

I heard the curlew calling this morning as he flew above the moor. A wonderful sign of Spring Curlew Calling An eerie song from a distant rise, Curlew calling the song of the wild. Mysterious and haunting; music to love, A beguiling silhouette, glides above. He searches the moor for a suitable site, To buildContinue reading “Curlew Calling”