The lovely Emma Hawes, arrived on this challenging planet on 23rd February thirteen years ago. New life, new hope, brightens the spirit of us all, and this growing gem has certainly moved our poet Roberto. Here's his tribute to the amazing Miss H.
The west window in the church here in Wye was destroyed by a landmine (on a parachute) in the Second World War and was replaced by these wonderful panels showing the agricultural seasons, a plough-team vanishing, a red tractor - a moment in time, with much unchanged.
Spring becomes a distant memory and yet remains a delight to come and to remind us of one of the first signs, some say one of the season's first miracles, here's Robert Graham's haunting verse, First Lark, and published here on National Poetry Day.
Roberto's latest verse dwells on our new season suddenly arrived and its magic and the principal actors on the Autumn stage.