Ostia, port of Rome

Step on me lightly:

mosaics tell my history now -

codes in black and white.

Scorhill stone circle

October weather

Snow in Autumn turns

Gold, white but cuts power,

creating

unusual dark.

Touch on a leaf

Sun stabbing a leaf
Making dull green glow with light;
Stop-see- save the now.

Ammonite

The coil of an ammonite

curls like young bracken

but is trapped in stone.

Bethlehem

We went to Bethlehem for the first time this year just after Easter. Nothing had really prepared us for the shocking reality of the Wall. 20 foot high uglines and symbolic of so much more.
We had to go through a number of road blocks to get into the little town and then we found it deserted.
The Church of the Holy Nativity was beautiful but division echoed around the whole visit. Coming away I wrote the following haiku with the only difference being in the last word. Then I wrote: Shame.

Oh striken town of Bethlehem
How divided we see thee lie:
Pray.

Time passes - a week later

Wind took the gold

diminishing the glory,

Revealing lines, like ageing.