I find
comfort there...

It brought home to me
it takes a village...

Laughter
is not laughter...

A funny little observation
from my garden...

All the madness
had leached out...

Prunus fruit
is not sweet...

It's the truest cliche
and the cruellest...

The little former
fledgling...

The little chattering
blackbird...

Our beloved land
of green and gold...

The magpie
was swooping...

My father's house
of as many rooms...