Tag Archives: birds

Singing

Posted on January 31, 2016 by Sue Vincent
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Conquered

Posted on December 19, 2015 by Sue Vincent
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Symbiosis

Posted on August 30, 2015 by Sue Vincent

Amidst our leavings Poor discarded offerings Of mundanity Nature’s small beauties Follow her wilful children Cleaning city streets Passing unnoticed A moment when eye meets eye Shares understanding

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Young

Posted on June 5, 2015 by Sue Vincent
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Hidden

Posted on May 10, 2015 by Sue Vincent
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Urban spring

Posted on April 17, 2015 by Sue Vincent

Over the past couple of weeks I have spent an awful lot of hours in the garden, weeding, planting and filling it with future delights. Not my garden, I hasten to add… mine is both very green and very untidy, … Continue reading →

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Unexpected

Posted on April 9, 2015 by Sue Vincent
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Notes from a small dog LV

Posted on March 24, 2015 by Sue Vincent

It’s spring, people! You can tell… it’s not as muddy any more … which should please her, ‘cause it means less grumbling about paws and cream coloured sofas. And I sort of like it because she’s happy to go for … Continue reading →

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The season of the eight legged frog

Posted on March 21, 2015 by Sue Vincent

It is spring… there are daffodils and primulas… splashes of colour are everywhere… violets nestle beside the pathways and birds dart around with treasures in their beaks ready to build their nests. And the frogs are back. Lots of them. … Continue reading →

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Urban dawn

Posted on January 18, 2015 by Sue Vincent

Dawn comes late to urban skies; Cresting the rooftops When the gold has gone, The blush of innocence faded. Yet light remains, A glowing centre Framed in straight edged darkness That bears the heart of morning In its wings.

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