Hewn by worm castsAnd labouring forkSifted through the gardener’s hand The dampness lingers under ancient fernsYet to be unfurled;A primeval world ofSweet fungal sporesConnected to the dawn of timeOf process and precisionAnd small detail;Tiny seedlings pushing throughLifting crumbs and flakes of barkand stonesInconspicuousBut with power to change;Drawn from darkness To a world of light;A gentlenessWhereContinue reading “In the Garden- beneath our Feet”
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Plum Tree Among the Skyscrapers
Simon Armitage is the new Poet Laureate and I love his poem to welcome Spring. By Simon Armitage
Through the Window
Transient the grainy grey of Morning Slips unnoticed into view Shrillness carried on the ribbon of birdsongCuts through the grey bluish hue.Dense the mist in blanket formA shrouded cover to cloak the sodA distant measure all but hiddenEtched fingers of branches held aloft.
From the Forest Floor
Drawn on whispered breath Of windThe scent of pineOn upturned branchesCaressed by The sentimentOf a winter sunChanneling the Powder blueFunnel of sky.Spent leaves of AutumnSpun into Drifts ofGold carpetCrunchUnder soft feetStartling a wood pigeonBreaking the spell. When we escape the wind, mist and rain that we’ve had all day and venture North East 30 minsContinue reading “From the Forest Floor”
February Mist
When fog hangs over us , as so often it does on the 300 ft contour , why are we always surprised to find a different day as we drop down into the valley? Entrenched, enshroudedIn mist so thick The sun,obscured devoid of lightDarkened boughs hang lowUnder the rain -filled cloudLanes stain redAs mud leachesAndContinue reading “February Mist”
A World in Glass Houses – memory
They saw him coming, they did. Crunching through snow ,up the path to the front porch, the knock deliberate and hard. It was the first time a policemen had called. He was tall and direct:his presence accentuated by his helmet,which he did not remove. A truncheon hung low from his belt. The father looked concerned.TheContinue reading “A World in Glass Houses – memory”
Valentines Day
Love Amidst the soundOf birdsong In the absence of breezeA warmth in the air A reprieve of the East wind Rising the sap Starbursts of colourAs crocus opensPearl white the snowdrops As the sun kissedThe mist away.Two eggs in the nest boxIt’s Valentines Day.
Snowdrops
dark days-splash of whitethe resilience of snowdrops hope on the horizon
No turning back
the time appointedring out the old, ring in the new no turning back
Haiku 2023
the light of a candle is transferred to anotherthe year turns
