On winter’s margin, see the small birds nowWith half-forged memories come flocking homeTo gardens famous for their charity.The green globe’s broken; vines like tangled veinsHang at the entrance to the silent wood. With half a loaf, I am the prince of crumbs; By snow’s down, the birds amassed will singLike children for their sire to walk… Continue reading * On Winter’s Margin * (Mary Oliver)
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go;Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the… Continue reading * In Memoriam (Alfred Lord Tennyson)
Every dayI see or I hearsomethingthat more or less kills mewith delight,that leaves melike a needle in the haystackof light.It is what I was born for –to look, to listen, to lose myselfinside this soft world –to instruct myselfover and over in joy,and acclamation.Nor am I talkingabout the exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful,the very extravagant… Continue reading *Mindful* (Mary Oliver)
My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far beyond the road I have begun, So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has an inner light, even from a distance- and changes us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are; a gesture… Continue reading * A Walk *
To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter... to be thrilled by the stars at night to be seated over a bird's nest or a wildflower in spring... these are some of the rewards of the simple life.… Continue reading Cotswold Water Walk, (9.5km)
It's Friday morning, the weather is glorious out there and I'm stuck inside with an annoying bout of Covid (after dodging it for two years it finally got me), nose streaming, coughing and feeling pathetically sorry for myself. I've also just realised that my two instagram accounts have been hacked and disabled so... happiness all… Continue reading * Questions of Travel *
Sweet was the walk along the narrow laneAt noon, the bank and hedge-rows all the wayShagged with wild pale green tufts of fragrant hay,Caught by the hawthorns from the loaded wain,Which Age with many a slow stoop strove to gain;And childhood, seeming still most busy, tookHis little rake; with cunning side-long look,Sauntering to pluck the… Continue reading *Sweet Was The Walk*
The crows see me. They stretch their glossy necks In the tallest branches Of green trees. I am Possibly dangerous, I am Entering the kingdom. The dream of my life Is to lie down by a slow river And stare at the light in the trees– To learn something by… Continue reading * Entering the Kingdom *
Last nightthe rainspoke to meslowly, saying, what joyto come fallingout of the brisk cloud, to be happy againin a new wayon the earth! That’s what it saidas it dropped, smelling of iron, and vanishedlike a dream of the oceaninto the branchesand the grass below.Then it was over.The sky cleared.I was standingunder a tree.The tree was a treewith happy leaves, and I… Continue reading * Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me *
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.going far beyond the road I have begun,So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;it has an inner light, even from a distance- and changes us, even if we do not reach it,into something else, which, hardly sensing it,we already are; a gesture waves us onanswering our own… Continue reading * A Walk *
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