Tag: cuckoo

La Sierra del Dragón

Perhaps it’s true that this side of remembering rose lighting shines through spectacles but I recall few pinks amongst those sandstone steppes purples yes -in the heather and iris gardens of Castile and the grass is greener still we met with cuckoos travelling out of Africa their two toned… Continue Reading “La Sierra del Dragón”

The call of Spring

Out of Africa the home sickness is stirring summons of a sometime stranger to a near mythic land temptation of temperate mornings in a Spring mist where white flowers froth the criss-cross patterned lanes there I’ll perch and wait for the call in the key of C minor he’ll begin to cook and coo… Continue Reading “The call of Spring”