Catch the water

Catch the water

as it shimmers

in springtime sun,

throwing diamonds

in joyful

kisses of light.


The thrill in a heart

to witness

this manifestation

of gems

after the shadows

and depth of night.


Dancing diamonds

give way

to long rays

of slanted sun,

painting the lake

in a quieter gold.


The peace in a heart

to witness and know

from the centre of 

Sun, Earth and human heart,

diamonds spring.


Love is the only gold.


Change – a poem

Have you ever had a big change in life? This poem comes from dancing through it. Surrendering to the winds of change, then finally, finding home.

When I die,

I will leap

from this party,

I will fling 

out my arms

and dance,

a maple key

spinning from tree.

I will tumble

into the chaos

of winds,



Touch down,

root into mud,

a new home,

a sapling be.

Poem – A Girl

The strangest things out there

catch us unawares.

Spring shone in her skipping step

and bright, daffodil-streaked hair.

A soft frame of petals around a

ready rosebud smile,

I felt the warmth of softest sunlight
when I saw that child.

She stays with me today,

and I wonder, from what world is she from?

One with apples on lush branches

and cascades of lilting bird song.

Not this one, surely, grey

as a pearl-less winters day,

yet this earthly dove

has made me remember love

and the sun breaks through a cloud

and the morning chorus sings loud.

She will make the world her home

turn molten hearts from stone

teach us summer’s power

to walk the world a-flower

and suddenly the cost of

all the world has lost

seems likely to be repaid

all because of one girl, that day.

Three girls in a churchyard

Three girls with robin egg blue

school skirts past the knee 



arm entwined in arm

under sudden flurries

of coloured leaves

sailing, swirling,


in orange and gold


The girls accidentally serenade

the weathered man

on the bench

with their high tones

and laughing songs

about roses and cradles

and cats.

He clutches a bottle,

his eyes open sky.

Arm in arm

the girls step

more slowly now,

the silence of stones

muffling their voices

as the ghostly wind

lifts their skirts

and tangles their hair.

Through the churchyard

they go,

past chalk grey 


at all angles 

each holding

the story of a life, a full life,

of a mother, sister, hero,

writer, dreamer, singer,


At the edge of the road,

a howl of wind

evokes shrieks,

cold bites

at the sweet point

of their necks.

In swirls of robin blue

they hug and break

and wave to each other

dashing down the street,

towards home.

Later that night,

they are tucked up warm.

Through the window cracks

the wind blows in

sounds from the churchyard,

the rattling of leaves,

the rustling of bones,

whispers in the dark

and the drunk man’s

rasping song,

his heart in every note.

Spider Teach Me

I feel there is no wrong way to read this poem. But here is one way, in linear form:

Spider, teach me

for I do not understand

your weavings.


Your symmetry of silk

glistening in grace,

loved by diamond drops of dew

reflecting rainbows in the first sun.




I walk this way

and that,

and know things

and unknow them.


Will you teach me to

navigate the tightropes

with such delicate balance,

to weave my web

into a whole,


a pattern

the dew kisses

and the sun dances upon?


And spider,

once you teach me

to weave

such a wonder,

will you show me how


to let the strands

break and sail

so the earth can know them

once again?

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.