Santillana del Mar, Cantábria, España

mardi 15 avril 2014

Monday morning washing
the dark colours of the week,
take a peek into the neighbour's

garden, where the pool is still

hidden below tarpaulin muck
the brand newly born mosquitoes

In the Sidobre Mountains, Monts de Lacaune

fuzzing around in a cluster.

the cherry tree laden with leaves
and buds of fruit. Clear skies, blue.

The hedge needs trimming.

The daisies covering again
last week's mown grass.

Clean window sparkles bright

light. Spirits lifting in revolution
of stars, sun and spring.

Clothes dry in the warm breeze.

Peaceful silence of birds twitters.
Everyone back at theirs desks.

Tuesday morning will bring

new occupation, But I'll be
whiling the week away with words. 

dimanche 13 avril 2014

It's my Birthday and I'm going to make a cake…except I already have. My cake comes before my writing ! Oh , dear !

one of my favourite songs.

and easter sculpture in my hometown village