A Day of Crystal Blue

Send us Fan MailA day of crystal blue and thin, fragile morning light, a single star hangs in the heavens, the last watcher of a passing night.For the wind,is soft and gentle passing through the brittle hands of leaves, their trees bending, moaning softly in the memory laden breeze.For August her lanes and fields, empty of summer, are passing ever so quickly now, as shadows steepen, changing skies hint and beckonat the coming titheof autumn’s greyand the keening steelof September’s ploughFeel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]