Wearing so perfect well
The charged emotions
Of every beat and every lyric
Who joins her, shares in
The choruses?
When she spins those
Wearing so perfect well
The charged emotions
Of every beat and every lyric
Who joins her, shares in
The choruses?
When she spins those
We share a long road, a loud stage:
The snake, the soldier, the lord and I,
Learning from each other that bad,
In some circumstances,
Can be quite the opposite
But that wrong is always wrong.
We feel the earth move –
In a good way –
Around us, feel the warmth,
The support
As well as the cold.
Thin, quiet and
Slow, so-slow
That strip of ghost-near land
‘Tween fog-roll banks and
God-dark’d limits of Heaven.
Wearing grey coat, grey mood
I am disquieted observer –
Intruder perhaps –
Unable to decide whether
Light and season
Are approaching
Or leaving
The stage.
There is glory
Both in the winning
And the giving away.
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.
Sharing moments of life + motherhood to encourage fellow mommas
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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