I sit sunbathing
on the garden bench, eyes shut;
could be anywhere.
by Scooj
I sit sunbathing
on the garden bench, eyes shut;
could be anywhere.
by Scooj
This beautiful land
so much enhanced by the hand
of Sulis; Spring freed.
by Scooj
.
A visitation,
a moment at the window
and then it is gone.
by Scooj
Pocket handkerchief
lawns attended to in this
first weekend of sun.
by Scooj
Warm February
sun brings me cheer when there is
so much work to do.
by Scooj
In the shaft of light
dust particles dance gently;
warm winter sun ray.
by Scooj
Cold crisp afternoon
grey stone buildings bleached by a
sunken autumn sun.
by Scooj
This stubborn Summer
reluctant to relinquish
its tenuous grip.
by Scooj
The lowering sun
renders the urban landscape
insignificant.
by Scooj
In their millions
reminiscent of ash spewed
from a volcano.
by Scooj