Lament and Revelation The woman mused, where could she go when next flee a sea that shines and hills hung on the horizon, A sudden change of flux clung, spurred took her from trodden tracks to places unknown to unknot … Continue reading →
Walk to the Past The sign to what was called, ‘ancient art’ was fixed to the side of an old ‘steading’ building, which was low and deep rooted into the ground and now over time belonged there. Leaving the ‘farm … Continue reading →
A Fungi Walk Rarely has a walk been one without discovery or delight, the last one up a logging track took on its own character. At the start we met a friendly man who declared there was nothing better than … Continue reading →
Swallows Flying South Summers’ end leant: unnoticed leaves drift down, pale falls floating, framing a pheasant, fanning dust into his feathers, Swallows speeding, grace space, hunting – heading south – signs say get on way, not kites – magnificent in … Continue reading →
To Farmcote The feel of the day, was a little glum on a long slow upward trudge, on a prehistoric track towards an ancient isolated small church. The monastery, now in ruins by the might of Henry the 8th, near … Continue reading →
A Bike Ride A distant speck now overhead—a cloud black without wind—to wend it on its way, till the truth of change—triumphed nothing remains the same— Listening in the quiet—riding in the breeze learn from the changing trees wise in … Continue reading →
The Lochan Walk Attracted to a Lochan of fresh water, stopped, watched the fish splashing the surface water, hunting flies. The early evening had a languid feel. The mountainous hills into the distance enhanced the heart to wonder at so … Continue reading →
Imbolc Black is not dark when laced with light clouds make shadows, Under the snow nothing remains the same flows exchanged in the cycle of seasons from sleep to a wave of awakening, Bridget the Goddess goads – gently wakes … Continue reading →
The Moon Wakes What whim swore that the moon would meander on roll along in infinite space til it tired – trod away – in times too far away – for us to be aware that earth is not eternal, … Continue reading →
Sidmouth Sea Garden Through strands of hair that glint lines of light, focus on a flurry of flowers, thistles near purpling by a fence wild barley bending unnoticed by passers-by, who never glance at the barley and sigh yet it … Continue reading →
