Waiting in the hammock till midnight
Last night, while waiting to collect my son,
I snoozed in the hammock,
when the moon was a crescent and the
sun blued the sky until way past ten.
I hoped I would hear the owl call as he does in winter when I am blanketed in bed,
hoped I would hear the scratch … Read more
Leaving
Yesterday I went walking by this river in my lunch hour and thought about how lucky I am that I can walk, that I have the time, that I work somewhere so succulent and green and cool.
Where the air is sprinkled with bird song and the river is flickering light,
Where the rocks grow … Read more
Risk taking
I drive past sheep who have escaped their field
and are grazing by the side of the road.
I see that their position is perilous,
that they risk stepping out,
meeting bumper and tyres
but I also see the luxurious silky green
and their pleasure at its succulence
and I understand
the … Read more
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.
