Dearest, I am writing to say thanks for thinking of me but no thanks. My hands are in the soil and my body in the water and my mouth is singing. These things take me away from you and the world we inhabit together. Let me go, for trying to stay splinters who I am … Continue reading Postcard from the North
2. Groundhog Day is grey, Winter is over & Spring? a snowfall away. 9. Snow, snow and more snow. Minus temperatures at night & garden swimming. 17. Snowdrops - first flowers. This year we leave them growing for you, are not here. 24. The wind feels warmer. Birds chirp in the trees, buds swell & … Continue reading February Fragments
Most days you forget. There is always so much to do & before you know it you are busy doing the countless everyday things that make your life narrow & mundane. But if you remember to look out the window, up & over the roofs, beyond the rows of neatly manicured lawns & suburban … Continue reading Oxygen
the view outside my window of blossoms, birds, bees & trees changes as do I.
Come with me my little one – away, away from here, Come with me to the far grey hills where rooks and eagles dare to make their nest a rocky ledge and soar through misty cloud, Come my love, come take my hand – escape the city crowds. Come with me my little one … Continue reading Lullaby for a Pandemic