summer night’s dream—
and on the eighth day
she made a bear

summer night’s dream—
and on the eighth day
she made a bear

evening hour—
sound of the wind
from the mountain
.
This is a later stage of the felting

Alpine air—
scent of the bubbling
stream

the old flame’s
swirling skirts …
summer’s day

bouncing light
togetherness in a group
portrait

cooling down
the weight of this heat
.

summer grass
the tortoise overtakes
the hare
.
I am planning a tortoise race this Saturday and these are the badges I've made for the tortoises (suspiciously similar to the two local football clubs 🙂 ).

blues song
the barmaid wipes
her tears

summer solstice
the delayed train
of thought

swamps and floodplains
the carved basalt head
covered in wool

strong current
a chunk of earth floats out
to sea

morning post
scent of the letter marked
X

wisdom?
even a philosopher
gets spots

dawn walk—
fragrance of silk white
peonies

dense thicket
the wounded doe runs
for cover

water meadows
a frog I don’t know
answers my croak

late sunset
waiting to release
the balloons

for your journey …
we fold your dreams
under your pillow

summer solstice
I pick flowers
for my hair
.
(Photo: laying out the wool before wet felting)

Fata Morgana
the drift
to the unknown

tricks of the light …
above and below
the horizon

bridging
the gap between us—
telescope

silk threads—
we are in this
together

the baby
unfurling her fists …
peony buds

her first vowels
the way she says
"aah"

fiery sunset—
rock pools filling up
with night

daisy meadow —
how to get the right
answer

city lights …
after a while
the glare

sudden squall —
I search for the right colour
wool

reshaping
my Aegean dream …
waves at noon
