Tag: Spring

Glory be

Out in the courtyard, fruit trees are in flower. After the clean blue-greys of winter, there is something faintly lurid about the blooms. And yet these are pastels. Perhaps it’s the profusion of pinks and whites making an exhibition up and down the branches that appears unseemly, out of context, in this place of quietude.… Continue Reading “Glory be”

Train lines

The earth of the Fens more purple than brown raped yellow in April with blizzards of blackthorn and silver birch woods scarred to the bone Across flat lands the gaze is free to wander topped by skies reaching in for a closer look ii stirring the once dormant landscape… Continue Reading “Train lines”