Golden misty morn


Misty early morn,

Corn shingle showers

Bless the flowers;

A festival of summer colours,

Candy stripes, mulled wine fine

Carressing petals;

Apricot posies with sanguine stamens!

Cream puffy ruffles, delicious as truffles!

Rosy pink lips that bumble bees kiss.

Whispy wandering webs where tiny feet

Tread tip toed to and fro 

Collecting magical scented dew.

Far and wide wood pigeons sigh,

Long-tailed tits flit about finding tasty bits.

Fallen apples ripe and tangy lie

Beneath dangly, tangled bramble boughs.

Hollyhocks and poppyheads rustle

Amongst the bustling of late summer.

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Golden misty morn


Misty early morn,

Corn shingle showers

Bless the flowers;

A festival of summer colours,

Candy stripes, mulled wine fine

Carressing petals;

Apricot posies with sanguine stamens!

Cream puffy ruffles, delicious as truffles!

Rosy pink lips that bumble bees kiss.

Whispy wandering webs where tiny feet

Tread tip toed to and fro 

Collecting magical scented dew.

Far and wide wood ppidgeons sigh,

Long-tailed tits flit about finding tasty bits.

Fallen apples ripe and tangy lie

Beneath dangly, tangled bramble boughs.

Hollyhocks and poppyheads rustle

Amongst the bustling of late summer.

Wintery Willows


Billowy fiendish wind sweeps

 Sighing leaves from

Wintery willows reaching,

Leaning slender beams

From tender pillows, bending

o’er crispy fire red carpeted paths,

Beside the glistening river Ouse

Silently soothes.

Musing…



Tracing grooves in ancient oak bark

With tingling fingers, soothed; 

Sheltered in the wings of strong silent boughs.

Wooed by whispering tales from distant shores.

Amber acorns break onto fresh  fallen crushed leaves

Seeding under misted mosses and musty funghi

Where stories weave. 

Tree festival


Through wild woods,

Parting shimmering drapes,

Greeted by a fanning of tiny hands

Seated next to dryads wrapped in cosy ruby capes.

Swirling dervlas swish folksy skirts,

Weaving dreamily through silver birches.



Crystals wink as the fairy choir sings in the wings,

Waiting for woodland girl to emerge, her gown tinged with whispers

of pearly tears.


Trailing across silvery skies, a carriage pulled by white doves glides…

The audience sighs!

Queen of the forest has arrived!

Autumnal Drypoint Printmaking


I had a lovely time at the Westbury Arts Centre in Milton Keynes on Saturday.The Drypoint workshop was tutored by Susan Erskine- Jones. We began with a sketching and photography exercise in preparation for our Drypoint work. Here are a selection of photos I took out in the rambling garden of the farmhouse.

Here are the results: two plates and four prints. Enjoy!

The test piece.



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Colours of autumn warm our hearts


berries warm our hearts

Autumn’s rosy leaves

Warm our hearts as

We wander along the

Sheltered golden path

Of birch, ash and larch,

Weaving magical tales to

Tell by the glowing hearth.

woodland autumnal path

Happy National Poetry Day!

love poetry

I love to write poetry, however there’s nothing more perfect to do on an autumnal evening than sitting in my fireside chair with a cup of tea or a glass of Damson gin reading from a favourite poet in one of my lovely old poetry books.

Today we’re celebrating everything to do with poetry on National Poetry Day. Enjoy reading a poem today. 🙂  Who are your favourite poets?