Poem – Winter Love

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Nature’s Gift

I am so honoured to have my poem paired with an enchanting, evocative image in Earth Pathways 2023 calendar! I love the calendar and weekly planner, each year benefitting from their gifts of nature’s beauty and wisdom in image and words.

The beautiful, nature-connected Earth Pathways 2023 calendar and diary are now available from my online bookshop.

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Sacred

What if we breathed

as if the air

were sacred?


Each breath would be

a gift,

a kiss of precious life.


What if we danced

as if the earth

were sacred?


Each beat of her bones

would teach our hearts

what it means

to be loved.


What if we spoke

as if words

were sacred?


We would not waste them.

They would be blessings.

What could I say to you then, but

LOVE.

Moonwards

The sun blazed high.

I looked to his power

for direction

and was blinded,

scorched until he danced,

a colourful myriad of inspirations,

even further from my reach,

into the sea.


I sat in the cool, soothing air,

listening to owls

telling their stories.


Night jasmine curled around gates

like children’s crowns woven

with white, fragile stars.


A hare leapt across a starlit field,

its tail bobbing like a tiny moon.


The gentle, round face of night’s queen,

simple, white and immense,

rose in the East.


Her light touched me

and did not burn.


I found my direction

suddenly,

under a bliss of stars,

dance moonwards.

Guest Poet – Plant Empath

She knows how insects feel;

“Companion plants” (not weeds)-

They are welcome.

Trees are the ultimate creation:

Bold and firm, yet flowing high up

Their branches in the wind;

And talking with their neighbours

Low down in the rhizomes;

The “plant empath” talks back. She climbs

for like all of us

She is just a monkey-type mammal.

“Anything that happens

To us is meaningful.

Anything the birds do is for play.

Our guts recognise the 10,000 year old grains.

The seeds are alive!”

“Plant Empath” is written by the perceptive and talented Arwen.

Midnight Garden

I’m in the wood now,

by the moon mirror,

the still, black pond.

No leaves sway

on sentinel trees

this warm, windless night.

Jasmine scents,

a sleeping swan

the same colour as the moon,

her head tucked

under feathers.

I am the only one moving.

I shift upon a flat rock,

my fingers brush a fern.

I come here to be

nobody,

a swan, the moon, a feather.

I would stay forever.

Soon I will hear the cries

of the other world,

the changing world,

and I will go back to

soothe, inspire, mother.

Until then, I rest

out of time.

Clarissa, a magical tale for 9 – 12 yr olds

Other than poetry, I write children’s books. I had some good news in Nov 2020 – my newest book Clarissa was published by Handersen Publishing. Today and tomorrow, it is free for kindle on Amazon.

Free for Kindle on Amazon 9 and 10 Jan 2021

A book for young readers, Clarissa explores the magic of nature. With the help of two wise friends, a fire spirit and an oak tree, young Clarissa learns to find her voice and speak her truth.

“A delightful, fantastical tale of how oak trees and humans can be friends” – Dr. James Canton, professor of Wild Writing

Clarissa is free for Kindle today and tomorrow. Paperbacks can be purchased from Amazon or directly from me. Buy it on my author website and I will sign and send.

And, yes the book starts with a poem.

The Swan

 
I had thought myself
alone
at the edge
of the soft-flowing
river,
 
held in the grip
of the Earth,
 
fingers
of cool grass
winding
around my own.
 
Then she came.
 
The fluid curve of neck
long and white,
the sailing, soft wings
arranged
like a chariot,
 
putting dancers
to shame
with her perfect
lines and
unconscious grace.
 
Did she know,
when her feral eyes
met my searching ones,
how beautiful she was?
 
I only know
what I felt
in the brief glimpse
of shared sight.
 
She, wild,
saw me, tame,
 
and suddenly
I was known
as a creature
again, 
 
one with all nature,
a breathing thing
among many brothers
and sisters 
under the sky.
 
She sailed on until,
a white cloud, 
she was carried 
round the bend
and away.
 
But she did not 
leave my heart,
for she had given
me myself.
 
I recognised
what I had forgotten
 
-I was home.