The Lonely Tree

By Scott Bailey © 2016 The lonely tree Stood atop the blasted hill Stark Barren branches snatching Rays from a mist-shrouded sun Every now and then Upon an errant breeze Flits a weary bird Resting one more time On its final flight Then falls All around the roots Dead birds and ash Giving meager succour […]


By Scott Bailey © 2018 When was the last time You really felt The weave of a really Good fabric Wool or tweed? Or the tickling temptation Of lace Over smooth, warm skin. Or shivered in the dark Back against the rough Hard bark of a trunk? The screen steals our eyes And the other senses […]