I married a man

I married a man
sixteen years ago

today

One day I left him

He let me go
and waited
and rescued me
over and over again

Now
I’m dying
or fighting death
hard
with more death

And I wonder
about Love
and constancy
and patient
persistence

Yesterday
I told a few people
who remember me
still
that sometimes
I think the true healers
are those
who can hold our hand
in silence

I’m tired
I’m tired a lot now

But there is a man
who never lets go
of my hand

And there’s a kind of
magic in that

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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
but..
just wait….