In this 

Moment the 

Gently falling


(This should be centred, to make it look like a lantern, as in lanturne poetry x) 



Cobwebs embrace the sun and

Early morning dew

In peaceful precious moments,

As a scattering of optimism 

Flowers in pockets of sunlight.

Birds gather on chimneys     

And rooftops

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. 



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…



imageLate afternoon sunshine in December…

Soon it will be the solstice and the days will start to lengthen… It almost feels like spring already… It was 16 degrees today and the birds have started to sing the dawn chorus… Strange times… I long to hibernate but at the same time I feel drawn to emerge… Apparently daffodils are flowering in some parts of the country… I still hope for snow… Maybe winter is yet to come… What will be, will be… I wait with patience… ❤




Oops, it has been a while… 
It is such a beautiful morning… There is a crispness in the air… Stirrings… A feeling of change… Preparation for the start of a new month, a new season… Birds fly swiftly across the cloud-strewn sky, calling out over the rooftops… I feel the call of nature… A longing to be out in the fields and hedgerows, gathering blackberries, apples, elderberries… I am grateful that my heart is open, I notice these things… I feel the invisible threads that reach out and weave a beautiful web, connecting kindred souls with each other, with nature, with the rhythm and flow….
Take some time out today to be outdoors and to appreciate the wonder and beauty that is there for us all to behold ❤ 




After the rain the air is warm and moist. The sun breaks through between the clouds, so brightly it makes my eyes squint. The birds are singing joyfully, flying low over the meadow, pausing every now and then to bury their beaks into the soft damp earth, to find tasty morsels to feed themselves and their hungrily chirping chicks. The park smells lush and fresh and earthy. Blue sky eases its way through the clouds, and insects hover over the still water of the pond. These precious moments make me appreciate the rain that I was moaning about earlier today. A gentle reminder that good times always await beyond life’s storms…