death

Author Sue Lobo: Leaves

  Curled, furled & budded spring tight, Bursting damp & limp towards new light, Springtime green, birthed from tender shoot, Conceived from beneath God´s earth, from mother root.   Soft Summer´s wavings in exalting breeze, Frocks of emerald & beryl… Read More ›

Author Sue Lobo: Ivy

  With iced cold fingers, softly & slowly creeping, Caressing old cold stones, of grey water seeping, Across the ancient tombs of old widows weeping, Where deep beneath, the long-dead lie sleeping, Ivy creepingly slides, over sweet cherubs peeping.  … Read More ›