All night storm
now a northerly with sleet in its teeth
snow of sheep on the far hill
and still
the thrush sings spring
from the ash's soot-tipped merristems
and hazel catkins come
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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- What-are-the-birds-doing-with-the-December-sky rap
- hiatus, line break, passion, love
- the return of the light
- winter ghosts, synchronicity & David Whyte
- Winter solstice
- merrivale for the midwinter solstice
- in all these moments I make my home
- the next military dictatorship
- the art of conscious relationship
- Word Quest: radio interview
- metaphors and 'the long dark teatime of the soul'
- Andy Brown POETRY
- cursing on the rowan tree
- karma (take 2) (or more)
- wuthering heights
- a rant on being unemployable
- merristems
- getting out of your own light
- on regeneration
- never too late for redemption
- 'never enough darkness to extinguish a single candle'
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