Cold Hearted

I am unimpressed
I look and my heart is hard
Like adamantine

The First Steps

Like the thylacine
Will not walk for a photo
Such is my grandson

Striving for freedom –
Blousy and bursting and bold –
Our pink roses.

In the dead of night
A single car on the road
Sounds like a parade.

The unfocussed fuzzy moon
Strange streaks in the sky
And the beckoning bedroom

Words and watercolours from my wee studio this week.

song lines, walking tracks
where we’ve been or yet to go
we find those place marks

I waited for dawn
Here it is all fresh and new
Monday pink and grey.

Peace amidst clutter

Why tidy when you can love?

A very fine house.

Ugly mongrel

Ill-bred, dirty, unkempt cur

But the dog is nice

(When the toast lay all around, deep and crisp and even)

The baby asleep

Thom cooking breakfast delights

Jazz floats in the air