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 →
The Cherry Tree The Cherry Tree, “it will be beautiful when it blooms”. Noted daily a particular bunch of blossom. Then on a day in late April, on some of the tree, it blossomed. The rest followed, until there were … Continue reading →
Beginnings In frost and snow an invisible light sets ..go! Winter weeps behind Spring thats come, grows flowers that flow yellow over braes and banks, to dance leaves wrest from trees, make busky bushes rhubarb breaks ground to give again … Continue reading →
Hope Again Spring will be seenin trees and budding greensnowdrops lighten hearts with hope thatknows again the curving earth bringsdays to meander through, to pausein warmth to contemplate,and not be chased by cold, In peace with the abundant earthof trees … Continue reading →
The Cotswolds Dreams with droplets rise moving sparks and planes of light sun – warms in shelter still chill – through woods, Clues of spring, shoots – greens – blues are seen glimpse of deer – bound and disappear swooping … Continue reading →
Ombolec Black is not dark when laced with light clouds make shadows – mists sway over high-lit hills, But nothing remains the same under the cold and snow, flows exchanged in the cycle of seasons from sleep to a wave … Continue reading →
Farewell to Autumn Mist hung heavy on the haw as autumn’s gate gathered pace heady days of harvest finished insects have diminished, Swallows due elsewhere to flourish gathering before flight young birds innocent of the enterprise to fly oceans by, … Continue reading →
Reflections! Lacy Frost Frosty breath of gods paints tops of hedges white sugars trees on hills deeper white in ditch and rills, Intricate as lace grassy plants made plump from stalks of summers gone, Replace the gloomy place of deep … Continue reading →
