Earth’s Slow Incline
I came across this beautiful poem last night. Almond Blossom, by Fiona Benson. This morning, love, I’m tired and grave;I … Continue reading Earth’s Slow Incline
Tag: winter
Mud and the Mother of Hayricks
“Mud is another element. One comes to love it” The mud is deep here. I take the little one’s hand … Continue reading Mud and the Mother of Hayricks
Fen Blow
Storm Erik, no relation, has blown in from the North and is busy clearing the cobwebs. I don’t fancy working … Continue reading Fen Blow
The Song and the Sky
The sky had a peculiar countenance this morning. It’s a horrible cliché, but there is no escaping that it really … Continue reading The Song and the Sky
The fox
The storm had brought down trees all over the city, so I set off to the Sanctuary to see if … Continue reading The fox
