Big red-sun pulley has
Been lowered behind
The stiff horizon;
Last-echo wonder-filled
Songbird-flute phrase
Is held, suspended,
In the still-star air.
Somewhere a cash-johnny train
Rolls away to some distant
Coyote-wail otherworldville.
I am in the lizzy-thin,
Emerald and cowboy moment:
Listening to companionable
Words from orange, high-flame fire;
The mother-calm breathing of the earth:
In, hold and out.
19/6/2013
Adventures in the life of an English allotment
Original Nature Photojournalism
Garden Blog of the Year 2016
Welcome to my world: digging, harvesting and other stuff
for your family
The evolution of an old farmhouse, an American woman, an Englishman and their dogs.
Helping mommas learn how to manage it all and love motherhood (and themselves) in the process!
If you could go anywhere you wanted, where would you be headed right now?
surfing my tsunami
blowing through the cobwebs of my mind
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Writing the Wrong, Right, and Ridiculous
Life after the Care Farm
The most Dangerous plant to sleep under is the water lilly
Local History for Great Wyrley and Surrounding Areas
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
introspection & reflection, poetry & prose
Posts about old Hollywood, current concerns
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