jaunty butterfly

why do you fly far away

here is a flower

 first one

and then another

autumn

 from afar i write

may our shadows mingle

soon in this moonlight

 red admirals

drunk on over-ripe figs

this endless summer

 infant school

ice cream in lemonade

Vesuvius

 nanna james 

a sweet spoonful of memories

condensed milk 

 slowly it is poured

over slices of sunday 

evaporated milk 

 chaff

off the chapping fields

endless sunshine

 making chutney

mmmmmmmm

the smell 

my back to school pen

adopting another slant 

writes ‘maybe’ again 

 hot morning

someone is cutting down a tree

a dog is barking

beauty 

is a cool breeze

on a hot morning 

hot day

the postman calls early

morning ~ morning 

hot morning 

there’s a cobweb

on the chair

where i have my feet up 

on a cushion

 there is nothing

shall i replace it