Moss covered stones line the river’s edge, thus there is no need to dredge. Water’s flowing swiftly on its way, for it cannot ever stay. A prying vole pee...
Today, the same old things- the new scars, Ringless fingers, And the way the clouds tended to move like Somnulent cars Across the nettled draperies; Then di...
Unto the Rushall Lime Pits I Now walk upon this lonely trail That winds through tangled thickets dense Of nettle gorse and thorn, That cramp the narrow way ahe...
'What of the garden I gave?' God said to me; 'Hast thou been diligent to foster and save The life of flower and tree? How have the roses thriven, The lilies I h...
A hazy, humid day at Lake Kerkini turns into a close-up wildlife photography walkabout, starting among nettles and bushes alive with orb-weaver spiders, cricket...
