Pain

Spasms of pain jerk
his already poor, bent form:
Love looks on, helpless.

Hardwick Hall

Tudor shadows laugh,

dance, flirt, down the galleries,

just beyond our sight.

The ever changing tide

Relentlessly the sea takes
the cliffs as its own.....
Age too, devours us.

Doubt

Hamlet dithered...but
his moral maze was complex:
Could a ghost speak truth?

Fuschia

seedheads

Family Papers

Father and daughter
sorted old memoires of those
whose genes helped shape them.