Monday, 27 May 2013

The Shape of Things

It is easy to spot the abundance
of some things in my life.
What shape do you suppose courage comes in?

Tuesday, 21 May 2013

If I had been alone

If I had been alone,
I would have wept.
Laid myself down on that land that I love
tucked my heart tight against the ferns and wood violets
right there beside the stream
and let the tears flow
How is it possible to love a ground so much?
To ache with missing
the changing seasons
woodpeckers on widow makers
the way the light falls on brand new poplar leaves
 silver dollars of hope
and the smell - oh the smell
I was not alone.
I walked beside a soul as soothing as the heal-all plants
that grow along the path
who does not know the balm that's been applied on my chapped and tender heart
Who I love in ways that are unexplainable
and unmeasurable
but not enough
If I had been alone
I would have wept

Thursday, 2 May 2013


This photo is by my beautiful friend Patricia, whom I have never met, but love dearly.  She posted it for her 365 project with an invitation for words and this is what happened...
You can find her (and another friend of mine, Mrs Crow), at and