record of secret visitors
who in a certain spirit
claim the place their own

how many coats can a tree have
before I recognise its make
unpruned, overgrown, knolled and prickled,
growth struggling from the ends of trawling branches
gifts to this unknown tree
for going through these uncertain seasons with me

eggs

the bare tree starts to shudder into life
those tiny bows tightly
ruched and gathered along the branches
a pale is-it-green warble of change

butterflies hold still
a quake in the air
there is a swarm somewhere in the thatch
thrumming thrumming thrumming
hypnotic swirl of bees
I take a path away
a few in my hair make temporary homes
then threshold over  into the cloudless blue

blossom and blue sky

first bluebell

monday april 4 Tash Bidgood visit

someone bowing in the dock leaves
black-coated
a worshipper in open view
a pilgrim of the low flowers
softly capturing
with a click of care

dancers in landscape april 3

dancers in Landscape april 3

rain drizzle  walk
seed poems and chocolate biscuit
humainity and being
imagination and shamanism
brick wall and riding on the wind
writing green books
widening what is art
embodiment
walk drizzle rain

march 30 lucy neal first visit

jo shapland visit regarding blossom

spring hawthorn

glittery branches float
air-heavy shimmer
sleep
breathless quality of trailing threads

sharpness of  touch
taloned and grasping

dangerous squiggle of generosity with a thorny heart