Poems, Vignettes & Musings – by Taba Dale

March Moon March moon is rising higher and higher Clearing the clouds now blue, once on fire Giant and glowing The Way, it is showing This is east I am Luna A perfect ball Oh Fortuna! Full as can be...

The Wind it whistles around the windows and roars down the chimney the wind   it brutishly bends the bushes and defeats the gulls the wind   it chases the young hare into its meagre wet...

The cows meander to all four corners of their field throughout the day. One noisy machine breaks the quiet Another rumbles by to bale the hay.   A hare bounds in to nibble dandelions in the...

Not a Whisper of Wind It’s eerily calm. Heavenly so. Not a blade of grass flutters. Even the birds are not in flight. Moy House is lost inside the mist. The cows, my precious cows have returned. But...