Sunday, 26 February 2012


the morning light is changing gently
there is a repetition of our days
we rise
we walk
we work
we sleep
we hold ourselves close 
for the new beginnings that stir
in the damp earth
unseen to our blind eyes
but if we lay down
and breathe scent of the musty decaying leaves and bracken
soil stuck to our winter pale cheeks and lashes
we will hear the stirring
a gentle pressure of
blanched tendrils stretching to the light
a whispered promise of awakening.


  1. Your middle photo is a delight... UNlike the double word verification you've not turned off! :)

  2. Beautiful words, so right for now! Love Linda x


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