The Summer Is Slipping Away

The summer is slipping away
Some days I think you are too
Until I stop and listen to your heart
It’s steady beat inside my heart
A reminder that we are made of magic
You and I, no simple rules of Physics
Time or Space has ever held us

The gentle hum of the ceiling fan
Is distracting and calming
I lift my hand up in the dark night
To reach for the safety of you
and just as I close my eyes
I feel the soft spark, a tingle
as your finger tips touch mine
And your voice whispering in my ear
Voodoo, baby. Show me your magic.
And the soft exhalation of my breath
Makes me dizzy and the night is made
Of falling stars and cosmic promises
And memories of lips touching lips

The present is distracting
and not calming
I want to be strong for you, for us
Not lose myself in my darkness
In hopelessness and so much despair
But mostly I don’t want to take you down
So I wait and listen for your heart beat
And wonder at the whimsical nature of seasons

I wonder
will I always think of this as
The Summer of my discontent
Or will this be the Summer
I fell so hard I tripped myself up
Skinned my knees on life
One too many times
Reaching for falling stars
Reaching for you

I let myself sink into
The comfort of
Cosmic promises
And I wonder if you
And your voodoo magic
Can help me
Make them come true

I want Autumn to slip inside
Turning everything golden
As I climb onto your lap
Bury my face in your neck
And let your arms encircle
My trembling body until
We are just two hearts

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Summer Solstice, Avebury 2014
Summer Solstice, Avebury 2014

Be Happy


Apples Waiting to Become Cider at Middle Farm taken by Me


Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy ~ Guillaume Apollinaire

Saturday 20 November 2010: Green Hanging On

A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long. ~
e.e. cummings

Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.~
Anne Morrow Lindbergh

This is the chestnut tree.
A sentinel keeping watch
over the green.

Every year it hangs on
to a summer long forgotten
Soon it will be a skeleton
The green of its leaves
a mere memory

Today, a blizzard in Scotland,
they say
Down south we have no snow
Just the frozen certainty
of more cold to come.

The Changing of the Trees

The Changing of the Trees

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon
men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that
emanates from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews
a weary spirit.
– Robert Louis Stevenson

They are beautiful in their peace, they are wise in their silence.
They will stand after we are dust. They teach us, and we tend them.
– Galeain ip Altiem MacDunelmor

This is my birch tree going through its ‘autumn into winter’ transformation.

Soon there will be no leaves at all.

Winter is bearing down hard on us here in England. It’s not that it is that cold.. not yet, anyway. But it is just so dark and gloomy… and stark.

Looking out my window
I witness
The changing of the trees

I watch its dance with nature

Some days when the sun shines
It is like some minimalist artform
practicing its dance in my back garden

On days like today, however
it is a dark sentinel
a harbinger of days yet to come
a mystical, magical beast
that has wandered away from
a wood steeped in magic and menace

My imagination runs away with me you say
just wait….