MY POEMS

This is the last of my poems inspired by photographs I took on a trip to Windsor Castle. So we move to photographs of my trip to...

While the seasons fade, stone and bronze age slowly. A statue seems to stand forever, as well as the castle walls. A symbol as well as a...

There is a real chill to the air and Advent is on its way. We are almost at December and are waiting for snow. “Winter is the time for...

Imagination can run wild. Poems can be literal or fantastical - there is no limit when you are making your own world. So here I am on my...