My Mother Lies Here Copyright Â© Owen Robin Davies 2011
My mother lies here, high up in the downs.
Just on the down side of up she rests,
in woods, amongst ransome and wild chives.
In Statione 1 Copyright © Rod O'Donoghue 2011
Murky mists slide silent over the soft green sea;
Our Last Day Copyright Â© Jackie Carreira 2011
In the middle of the wheat
The wind made a noise like gravel down a pipe,
Covering our steps and sounds of distant engines
Weather Front Copyright Â© Owen Robin Davies
I sat upon a bench today, hard against a wild hedge
and looked with awe as the sun rode on a dark indigo ledge.
Midnight blue it was, a foreboding dead straight line
Bradfield Woods, in the Spring Copyright © Victor Weston 2011
It is an exceptional day
gentle warm Spring sunshine
new green leaf marvellously apparelling the trees
Visiting Copyright Â© Jen Overett 2011
I did not think it would be like this -
this quiet, textured slowing of your lives,
past meals, eggs, ham, "a nice bit of fish"