Cycle

Fading, the old moon
cradles the new in its arms:
Hope born from the past.

A large red damselfly

Syria

Lost epoques leave scars

layered like filo pastry

on Damascus' present.

Resafe

Half hidden in the sand

is a place of martrydom:

Brave acts still witness.

On the road to Aleppo
Stony desert, but

Children wave, we smile, unite

and move on. Salaam.

Haiku

Arms stretched in welcome,
swathed in green and shimmering;
dear friend; stately oak.

Mourning

Their voices are stilled;
they speak differently now,
fine tuning the loss.

Haiku

Wrinkles on water,
Dragonflies play, a frog stares,
Beneath, algae chokes.

Yellow

Landscape

Green, yellow, brown, yes -
but blue? A field of sky;
Different - like pink mud.

Seeing

With shut eyes, he glimpsed
another space where hope and
truth lay untrampled.

Shrewsbury patterns