Wednesday 31 December 2014

December at Year End

















The old words are fading,
the new are not yet thawed






"I will make a song to encircle the year:
A song of laughter and a song of weeping,"

                From "Litany" by J.S.Watts (Cats and Other Myths)













                                                                                    













"But the day has not yet conceded defeat.
Its light still caresses the forest
And heats the stones by the silent pool"
                        From "Winter Solstice" by J.S.Watts (Cats and Other Myths)

Sunday 7 December 2014

Circling A Misty November



No words
for it is November,
a month with many holes within it.