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
We are well
We are well
recovering
he heals
life carries on
Gratitude for friends
health
work that flexes
home that snuggles
food which nurtures
bodies that work
a school that cares
a cat who has accompanied and played
medics to mend
the women in the plaster room who worked together to secure the wound
I … Read more
over whelm
over whelm
over reach
over stretched
over tired
over wrought
over achieving
over shot
over me
over and over and over
waves rise
crash
surge
pull
suck
pull
sink
gasping
beached
washed up
bedraggled
snaggled
shingle scratched
rock bruised
seaweed slimed
rest still
breathe
dry
feel the sand
see each grain
smell … Read more
Breaking point 3
climate
politics
economics
earth splitting
countries fighting
legs snapping
lives shattering
breaking
sundering
scattering
We two rest and heal
do not very much
let nature do her thing to knit and mend
to let sleep balm and soothe.
Oh that I could wish the same for all those souls.
But for all … Read more