The day had gone from rainback to bright and dry again,and so we ventured out. So many hues among the greenof fresh new buds and leafy sheen,it made me want to shout out loud, when suddenly the firstbutterfly seemed to burstout of a leafy cloud, not primrose or even daffodil,but the colour of an accidental […]
Day: April 11, 2023
The Memory of What You Were
‘The memory of what you wereis beginning to fade,’the man on the radio said,his voice fadingand crescendoingwith a turn of the dialor a wave of the hand. ‘Time moves around quick,that’s what I find,’said the man on the radio.But at mid-day it is so slow.I imagine him sitting downto ponder on things from the pastthat […]
writing in north norfolk 