Practices the archer,
Alongside the mechanical skills –
So necessary –
But mostly the waiting.
These tiny perfect angels,
Suspended on gossamer, begin
To turn careful candle-driven carousel:
Seeming to hover on fine
Heaven- in-a-moon moth wings,
Law and Education.
Spinning points of a
Holy Season Compass
They delicately describe
The circles of life.
One holds out a candle:
Light into the Dark World,
Another a book:
A third, almost-partner,
A tree: beneficent nature
The last … ?
Turning its back to my eyes
I am momentarily unable to see
What it will offer mankind –
… yet I notice on it’s perfect back
Of jealous Satan’s beckoning flames.
Adventures in the life of an English allotment
First-Person Nature + Culture 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.
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