Archives for the month of: April, 2018

I found you, in dark –

Radiant white, with black eyes ~

Just then you saved me.

Family table –

So many hands joined in Grace ~

Kids playing beneath.

Magnolia blooms –

My Mother’s garden renews ~

‘Sure that soil is spent’

Her mother famously said –

She was gloriously wrong.

A marble fireplace –

Anastomosing patterns ~

Long since understood.

(For Dave Johnston, a great teacher)

Victorian Pub –

Stories stored in its timber ~

Nice curve on that bar.

%d bloggers like this: