“But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.”
~ Vincent van Gogh

Monday, June 22, 2015

Friday, May 22, 2015

From the Top Step — Autumn Dusk

I love this time of evening, when the hills opposite turn navy-blue and featureless, sharp-edged against the whitening sky. 

The feathery tree over the road dances in the light breeze. The more solid one in my yard is hardly moving; I have to look hard to see even a tiny flutter.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Dearly Neglected

My cat comes in,
miaows in that urgent voice,
then settles by my feet
to wait patiently
until I finish this bit of typing.
I look at my watch and say,
‘Oh, quite right,
you’re overdue for lunch!’
I reach down to pat.
He stretches a paw
and pats me back.
We go together to the kitchen.
He does not reproach me.
What a good cat!

Friday, February 13, 2015

Monday, February 2, 2015

On the Highway

Three big silver trucks 
pass in parade:
armoured warriors, 
their windscreen visors 
glinting through the rain.