Sitting by ornate-iron table
In the owl-light garden;
Head full of distances,
Eyes full of sky.
This is wide and gentle night,
Patient slices of thick buttered
Chocolate darkness between
Summer-wheeling diadem stars:
Escape into precious
Tiptoe, – daggerbridge territories
Between lives.
Adventures in the life of an English allotment
Garden Blog of the Year 2016
Welcome to my world: digging, harvesting and other stuff
for your family
The evolution of an old farmhouse, an American woman, an Englishman and their dog.
If you could go anywhere you wanted, where would you be headed right now?
boots of salt and plow blades
blowing through the cobwebs of my mind
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Writing the Wrong, Right, and Ridiculous
... it's all about feelings ...
Life after the Care Farm
The most Dangerous plant to sleep under is the water lilly
Local History for Great Wyrley and Surrounding Areas
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
introspection & reflection, poetry & prose
Beautiful imagery.
Many thanks.
Just some rearranged thoughts that planted themselves when I was looking for the Perseids
https://beeseeker.wordpress.com/2015/08/17/the-swift-tuttle-debris-show/
Glad you liked it.