Winter’s Rubies

Winter’s Rubies Ruby berries on the lifeless stems, Reflect the beams on the shining gems. Sue Wood

Curlew Calling

I heard the curlew calling this morning as he flew above the moor. A wonderful sign of Spring Curlew Calling An eerie song from a distant rise, Curlew calling the song of the wild. Mysterious and haunting; music to love, A beguiling silhouette, glides above. He searches the moor for a suitable site, To build