I hope you enjoy reading one of my recent poems.

A wisp of purple
Flashes in a practised bend,
As the twist of a nut-brown wrist
Unfurls and curls,
Plucking with a brisk tear,
The weeds that greedily encase the single flower
That seeks her nurture and care.

Old? What's Old? Not Me! - lighthearted poetry for the older generation!

Here is a short poem about my love of Scotland.