Bequeathed by grace

Bereft of foliage
great trees stand
proudly gracing
England’s land
There amongst
the winter green
the rolling landscape
clearly seen

Beeching’s Blunder II

 

Caught the train as usual
but travelled back in time
The years slipped by like miles
along the Horsham line
The steeped and cut embankment
rebuilt and clear again
As clattering past the Shoreham points
sped my old steam train

“A White Ceramic Pot with Violets”

 [Landscape Prompt for Poetry Corner]

My eyes search my room full of the anointed-ness

Of my abundance!

There are closets-full of staples and essentials we

Women convert into vitals–

Tools to build an easier day-in and day-out living.

Screws and bolts and nails of all types to hold things

In place like muscle and sinew…