Wednesday, 13 March 2019

13th March 2019

Today has been filled with the kind of skies in which rook exalt, throwing ragged silhouettes upon the wind. Ecstatic heraldry.

Breathe deep, if you can.
Things are not all right. Nor will they be.
But there are signals of joy.
Like a bush that burns in the wilderness.

Thursday, 19 April 2018

19th April 2018

Sunshine, hot and sticky, drips through the branches of leafless trees. The magnolia is out. Fleshy, sweet-scented hearts playing its yearly game of dare against the spring frosts. Forget-me-not blue above and below me. Intoxicated by the the wind-borne perfume of April's floral wine.

Monday, 12 March 2018

12th March 2018

The rain keeps falling. Driving home along flooded roads. The daffodils by the front hedge are still tightly closed.
This year: Falling rain and I cannot see the daffodils.

Sunday, 11 March 2018

10th March 2018

This time last year it felt like spring. The air was soft and heavy with warmth, although the nights were frosted with stars and ice. A blackbird filled that tree with music... and mum was still alive

Thursday, 1 March 2018

1st March 2018

There is nothing remotely romantic about these driven, windblown, tiny needles of ice,

but I cannot escape their beauty or the assurance of life they give.