Where does it hurt?

Where does it hurt?  - a poem from Mark Roper River hidden in the wood, do you mean us harm or good. Cicada, without your song, days are colder, nights long.   Why, Aspen Leaf, do you tremble when there’s no wind at all.   Your flight, Swallow, cannot mend this torn world it seems … Continue reading Where does it hurt?

Catching the Light.

That moment when a flower looks perfect comes and goes in a flash and it often escapes me. I have often found myself too busy to take out the camera to capture what I see but I realise that is silly behaviour for a retired man who has neither timetable nor schedule to follow. Nobody … Continue reading Catching the Light.