Tag Archives: seasonal
FREE LIVE PERFORMANCES THIS TUESDAY IN HAY-ON-WYE!!
*DIARY DATE* – Tuesday 25th February 2014 from 10.00am ‘til 12.30pm. UPSTAIRS @ THE GRANARY – Broad St., Hay-on-Wye. http://www.granaryathay.co.uk/ The Hay and District Writers’ Circle will be holding an open meeting and reading new work submitted to their Fiction Short Story Competition. The winning stories will be performed … Continue reading
HAIKU SEQUENCE BY ANGE GRUNSELL
Haiku sequence………….Winter Tree fellers like wasps Angry, insistent, ceaseless, Hack the dead branches. The river swirls past me No fish rising to splash back: You are not here now If the butterfly Moves as I watch it on … Continue reading
WORDS OF THE WEEK! – THE ELEMENTS BY JULIET FOSTER
The Elements: Rain, Rain Go Away Oh please, don’t come back another day. As Thady, my dog and I walked up the drive to the field gate for his earlymorning walk, the snowdrops smiled at us as we past. … Continue reading
Words of the Week – A Winter Night … on Radnor Hills – Poem by Lynn Trowbridge.
Photograph by Lynn Trowbridge. A WINTER NIGHT On Radnor hills, Snow lying deeply on the ground. Dazzling white purity all around, No vague whisper of a sound, Otherworldly silence, so profound My presence seemed a rude intrusion In this … Continue reading
THE SAVAGERY OF FROST – WORDS OF THE WEEK!
THE HOUR OF FROST. Savagely, in the Hour of Frost, Under a wintering Moon’s bite. The Night fissured, cracked clean across, Tearing Stars from their jagged flight And sealed them in the River’s skin All glist’ning-white and frozen in. … Continue reading
WORDS OF THE WEEK – REFLECTIONS ON A CHANGING SEASON.
This weeks words, “Reflections on a Changing Season” are by Juliet Foster. The photograph is of Juliet’s dog Thady – an irrepressible terrier. Never far from Juliet’s side and always enthusiastic at the prospect of a walk! Reflections on a … Continue reading
WORDS OF THE WEEK – POEM “KICKING LEAVES”
Kicking Leaves. I’ll not go kicking leaves today The rain has glued them to the ground, For should I walk my normal way I will not hear their rust’ling sound. This joy of Autumn thus denied Because it rained, I … Continue reading