Sunday, 5 March 2017

Butterfly










This month

the one

that tears into us

like a lion

and leaves
like a butterfly
with pale,
green wings

Then the earth is happy

she looks to the sky

and

sings









Saturday, 24 December 2016

He will come





He will come like last leaf's fall.
One night when the November wind
has flayed the trees to the bone, and earth
wakes choking on the mould,
the soft shroud's folding.

He will come like frost.
One morning when the shrinking earth
opens on mist, to find itself
arrested in the net
of alien, sword-set beauty.

He will come like dark.
One evening when the bursting red
December sun draws up the sheet
and penny-masks its eye to yield
the star-snowed fields of sky.

He will come, will come,
will come like crying in the night,
like blood, like breaking,
as the earth writhes to toss him free.
He will come like child.

© Rowan Williams


A very happy Christmas to all the silent footsteps that fall this way, and a blessed and peaceful 2017 to you all xx 

Sunday, 11 December 2016

{ 22:38 }










Another Sunday.

I love this time of day
the rosy glow of
our twinkle lights
warm,
inviting ~
shutting out the dark.

You've gone to bed
and it's quiet,
only the sound of Voces8
singing Christmas carols
quietly,
from another room.

I wonder are you listening.

You are the soft Christmas lights
and these notes,
hanging there,
in the winter air
are you,
always you.

It's lovely,
this being drenched
in the hours
of Christmas.

If only these days of hope
could linger
forever,
wrapped around our hearts.

Saturday, 29 October 2016

Outside




Outside,
on the night air,

through the attic window~

the sound of
distant fireworks.

Tiny booms,

that belong to this
Autumnal Saturday.

Tiny sparkles
in the black  sky.

In the wings,

and scattered all over
our dining table

Christmas catalogues.

Waiting.

Like you.

Saturday, 15 October 2016

Come , she will




I watched as

Autumn

fell onto the street.

Leaves tinged with copper

and at night a moon
leaning over our fence.

The wind,
tenderly whispering over and over
that November will come.

And
come
she
will
across
the
frosted
fields

Friday, 23 September 2016

Little jewels





Life,

getting in the way
of words ~

stuffing them  down until each day
looks like an overpacked suitcase
going
around
and
around
on a luggage carousel.

Then suddenly,
Autumn.

Casting all her little jewels at our feet.

The weather is turning.

And we,
hidden in the softness;

bathe in the stars.

Here comes
quiet love. 

Saturday, 20 August 2016

Down the narrow lane








I am amazed ~
constantly,

at how the titles for this
blog just randomly jump into my head.

I was driving home from town
last Friday and saw a girl
pushing a stroller down a narrow lane.

There you are.

That's how it happened.

Just like that.

I"m stunned to think how fast these days are passing.

Suddenly,
it's almost vacation time again.

The years
they come
they go

and ~


I wish I had
a million pockets in my heart
to sew in

all

those

memories