Missing you
One moment I’m walking through the spring woods with a friend,
waiting for the bluebells to blue
talking of this and that as her dog sniffs and scoots,
when suddenly there are puddles with no wellies splashing
sticks which are no longer swords
trees which are not made into dens
and streams which are … Read more
The peace of wild things
This afternoon and I have done little but walk and talk
and watch the sparrows flit and flurry,
nothing more than read
Wendell Berry
by the river
wrapped in blankets and a sharp spring evensong,
watching the water wave and whorl.
I have done nothing,
nothing at all.
Kindness and trees
Walking down the church path with a friend,
we bump in to her friends
and talk of this and that
until we bump into each other’s faith,
one this, and one that,
and I stop and breathe,
‘my religion is kindness and trees’
I say, and on reflection,
that is more than enough.… Read more
Small actions – 50% by 2030
I haven’t written much or thought much of any depth recently, which feels strange for me.
Instead, I’ve been having the windows fixed to keep out the draft. I’ve had the loft insulated to keep the house warmer. I’ve been finding out about how to insulate exterior walls in old houses. I’ve researched air flow … Read more
Hare
I saw a hare.
or four hares
or the same hare four times.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter other than that for
four moments I stood and stared
as the long legged, lithe being
stopped it’s sprint to look back at me,
it’s yellow coat streaked black like corn against a crepuscular sky
as the dusk … Read more