growing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

cuts the weaver

 

 

cuts the weaver sharp

one smooth stroke

bares wood

the weaver binds

and forms

 

a new beginning

 

 

spring-time and it's snowing

 

 

 

 

 

in the park

 

 

the evening shadows

play across the water

it's all happening here

in the park

 

a football match has not started well

the ball is lost

but a rescue has begun

 

sickness and death

lie out of bounds

we dare not touch

for fear

we may be found

two lovers meet

and part

here in the park

new beginnings

a fresh spring start

 

 

 

 

a night of music

 

 

Will life ever return to 'normal'?

 

One of the things many of us have missed during the pandemic lock-down has been listening to live music. So it was really special when our fledgling community group met in a little village church to celebrate the joy of music.

 

Our three musicians were brilliant, the cakes served during the interval went down a treat and best of all, we raised £260 for the Ukrainian DEC appeal.

 

That's what happens when people join together.

 

 

 

 

 

hope is

 

 

hope is

flayed

across

the back

of 

a

naked

torso

 

hope is

flexed

and

coiled

and 

burnt

 

hope is

wisdom