farmer gearing up for a second cut
dog in the hay meadow
scattering grains of pollen like photons
on the hill barley running goldgreen
ripening in waves
the way we do too
or the day
– Roselle Angwin
Walking the Old Ways : nature, the bardic & druidic arts, holism, Zen, the ecological imagination
from BARDO
The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way
Is it a consolation
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Roselle Angwin
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