Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Many of you may know that I have a new book coming out, The Magic of Birds, just in time for the holiday season (not my choice but it does make a lovely gift, hint hint!). With that in mind, I’m going to try… Continue Reading “Bird Advent: A Bird A Day in December”
Though the Solstice has passed and the days are lengthening night still looms, evening drawing painfully close even at three thirty in the afternoon, the gloom thickened by the weather.
We talked, just recently, about New Year Traditions…
Happy Summer Solstice, after a week of heavy rain and even a bit of flooding, we have hot sun here in Yorkshire! Look at the glorious elder blossom – image shows a wide spray of elder blossom against green leaves. The elder is a… Continue Reading “Elder at Summer Solstice”
Storm up storm up Wind flying flailing mad Angry at the sky ground sea Waves crashing o’er me Rattling bones of stones The ocean’s carcass Dragging on the coast again A car floats Slowly down South Promenade While we huddle Against the rage.
The mayfly’s butt wiggles and those Long trails flip and flash Sitting on my car Early, you’re early I say, You won’t even see May You’ll be gone by this time tomorrow But to you that life is full Rich Fulfilling You’ll do your… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 30: Into May”
Oh to be a bee Buzzing happily Fat and fluffy (I’ve got that covered) Getting shit done Sweetness in every job Nectar, pollen, honey Head in the flowers Resting in the sun Flying in a physics-defying manner Goddess-kept and loved A busy, buzzy, bee… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 26: Bee”
Planning to travel I love it Discovering places Google searches TripAdvisor sifting Laughing at ridiculous reviews “Too sandy” “Too foreign” You know the type Snuffing candles Complaining about the dark But beyond this The photos and awe Of folks who really dove into Trips… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 23: Travel Research”
The robin comes every day now Brown and red Earth and fire Creature of air Sitting serenely on the wicker pot Hopping from fence to tree Looking through the window Head cocked in curiosity I think we all mimic Without realising 3 humans standing… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 22: Robin”
Fog framed journey home Why does it look like walls Cutting us off From the moor From the night From the sight Of coming home Maybe we should be grateful Maybe not.
Ants. They show me ants Marching across the path Suddenly a way to connect With the one that avoids me We see an evicted queen Or perhaps one starting out alone “They usually die” I’m informed Mate, don’t I know it. We watch the… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 16: Heavy”