Monthly Archives: December 2013

A moment of stillness. The curtains are partly open. The Christmas tree stands by the window.  Mrs Llew has dressed it with its lights which shine into the dark outside. We don’t speak. She rests, as she nurses a heavy … Continue reading →

There’s a willow tree; it’s stranded in the middle of a field, far from the winding river which borders it. When I drive to the supermarket  the tree’s permanence speaks to me. Long ago it fell down and now its … Continue reading →

A wild, cool west wind from the south west tonight. Blustery, sweet from the fields. I keep my study window open.