Sep 2021 – Mudwriter

Swan Song

It’s one of the last sticky swan-song days of summer. In the shade of the trees, with the rippling water live-streaming reflections through the willow leaves, it feels as if the day could go on for ever. Only the tell-tale flecks of yellow betray a different story. A jazz-striped dragonfly helicopters past and long-tailed titsContinue reading “Swan Song”

Sunlight

Sunlight drifts On gossamer line Into autumn

Autumn

The first day of autumn, according to the calendar and to the Met Office. The dragonflies and faded butterflies will tell you that summer is still hanging on by a thread, but the cobwebs are frosted with dew in the mornings and there’s a cool wind blowing from the north. It takes more than oneContinue reading “Autumn”

Writer’s Block

I sit at my desk, trying to look the part; trying to feel the part. I had the ideas at one time, but they have all deserted me now, leaving me with stationary fingers stuck over the keyboard. There must be something I can bring to the party, but God knows what. I like toContinue reading “Writer’s Block”