~*~ ~*~ The cold of Winter hath the landscape gripped And wrapped its frosted fingers good and tight. And from the trees vast branches hath been ripped, Their scars a sad and plaintive sign of plight. And o’er the hills vast swathes of icy snow A mass of crystal twinkling ‘neath the sun A bless├ęd … More Winter

A Life Unravelled

A Life Unravelled I am of an age When the formative years Speak. “Remember me?” They ask. It starts with Music. A song. A memory. A feeling. Hmmm … I had forgotten. Lost in Tumultuous times of Twenty-plus years. Tumult covered by more Tumult. A child overwhelmed; A teenager confused; A twenty-something Ungrounded, Until in … More A Life Unravelled