Tag Archives: Gazebo

Bird

  While sitting in the gazebo in Gill’s garden, I saw a little bird  in the tree. But on closer inspection, it was simply a leaf. All is not what it appears to be, but one way or another, real or imagined, … Continue reading

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Tangle

The Gazebo leans. Ivy creeps on the concrete base. Crooked planks tilt. Wild roses welcoming. A tiny insect on the wooden desk. Warm air, morning mist. Rain-drop pearls on straggly grass. Wild flowers scramble on Ruairi’s rest. A white butterfly visits. … Continue reading

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Graffiti In The Gazebo

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