An orchard’s fruit and its aromasare laden with sweet memories:a windfall of sparkling baublesor a bird café of dulcet squabblesover worms in russet orbs that endas feasts for feathered friends. Each bite of your acidic sweetnessarouses a harvest of ripe blushesbeneath a tree, under cover of night.‘I am sweet temptation in moonlight,’your apple breath whispers […]
Month: February 2025
Groundhog Day
Today I should have seen my shadow. Sunshine glistens on the frost, the sky is clear and pale blue, and the air icily fresh. But I’m staying indoors, as I’m unwell. I have put my trust in the snowdrops, which promise me faithfully that spring is on its way. I’ve seen them. The small ones […]
writing in north norfolk 