Photo copyright Sandra Crook Rustling leaves tell of your presence:Red admirals glides in your arms.Trees put on their top hats,Foxgloves spout. Cabbage whites flutter, children play.A bronze beetle scurries as a football lands.Bumble bees skims a green seaArtic poppies kiss…
Head Gear and an I Pad Leeds Station International Arrivals All generation, every fashion Every expression. Every mood. Cannines galore. Pale blue watching eyes. Ice cold - Standing Only. Church fare - Books galore Companionship conversation. Fine Coffee -…
Golden yellow buttercups, Daisies daintily sweet. Lion clocks fading, Docks standing proud, May flowers waving, Nettles firmly competing: All surrender to the rampant grass, except Thistle sharp. Earthen banks, birds hunting, Willows bow, rippling water, silent pebbles, pool deep,…
