tree resin could not compare,
so soft and adhesive as glue,
drawn in like a starving fly, I
gorged on the love she grew
she's gone now, felled by time,
ironic mere insects survive her,
yet we are safe as any house,
secure but trapped in Amber
I'm stuck and its getting harder
I watch myself get fossilized,
years go by and I turn to rock,
humble yet curious...
Saturday 28th November 2020 10:57 am
At the end of the garden,by the big old oak
Hidden away from inquisitve eyes,
Is a dwelling place for the little folk
usually mistaken for butterflies!
The flowers grow higher, the grass much more sweet,
a soft green carpet under your feet.
It's easy to miss them, not clearly in sight,
the time they enjoy most, is quite late at night!
You see, they are cautious, and da...
Friday 8th April 2016 1:40 pm