Thought Gardening at Night

Walking Way Back When.

Did you ever really know?

The rabbits might have gone,

But landslide sentries are still here,

Squirrels few, a cock pheasant, a hen,

A slow swirlwind of memories,

And love.

Time out.

No heron-stalking, just flooded ground,

Massive water-flow, a soggy challenge,

Underfoot, and muddy dogs,

Cold, but contracted to be a survivor,

You too, with your thousand miles.

Did you ever really see?

The foxes, and rabbits, long gone,

The hollow I once saw an owlet,

Now over-grown,

Dead and brambly.

My life?

A scarred tree, another name,

A ghost squirrel moment,

Skittering across the cliff face,

Parental caution,

And a love, eternal, but nevertheless,

Dead, deaf, crippled.

Where did all the rabbits go?

 

 

Hibiscus late tonight, in the rain...... 

 

 How damned sexy are roses??

 

Love this but it's BRUTAL!

 

The trouble is that eventually, when I have posted "everything" that I think worth bothering with, and do break into the new start, and re-worked things that have been gathering dust in an old folder on my shelves for longer than I dare think.....that there are going to be times when I think...."Aah, that one fits in with my thinking/writing at the moment" or some such....

Hence there might be an odd one that has appeared before, so indulge me.......