Hacking cough and yearning
For what is not mine
The sky is grey and heavy
Sitting in silent contemplation
With a steaming mug of coffee
I’m waiting for joy
(This should be centred, to make it look like a lantern, as in lanturne poetry x)
Early morning dew
In peaceful precious moments,
As a scattering of optimism
Flowers in pockets of sunlight.
Birds gather on chimneys
At dusk and dawn.
Scattered energies are pulled
This way and that by the
Harvest moon, and the
Autumn Equinox is just a whisper away.
Cosy hearth-side nights beckon
With dancing flames.
…Memories of dad, and squirrels, and of me being a little girl and of Iona being a little girl… Bittersweet…
Beautiful swathes of bluebells, ramsons and stitchwort, as far as the eye could see… Beautiful, therapeutic, uplifting…
With deep gratitude, as always, for nature; always there, always giving… ❤
Wild garlic scented air drifted by the river where angelic pure white wood anemones carpeted the woodland floor, and birdsong serenaded anyone who had ears. A robin fed its chick, perched precariously on the barbed wire fence, before the sky darkened and unseasonal snow burst from the steely sky, almost as surprised as we were. Despite the wintery weather, a cheery blackbird steadfastly refused to stop singing, until day became night…
Well, this has been an incredibly challenging Christmas and I have to say, I’m looking forward to the start of a new year. Normally there is always something to be grateful for, and self care really helps to ease any challenges, but I have to say, I have really struggled. However, there is always light to be found in darkness, and even something as simple as lighting a few candles has been a big comfort, and a reminder that there will be lighter times ahead. Candles and my cat – whose unconditional love is a constant reminder that I am loveable, even on those, thankfully extremely rare, days when darkness engulfs me. With gratitude ❤ >^..^<