Ahhh mmm the land is definitely waking up. Green scents of cracking-open earth. Feathery tendrils of ash. Soft sun through mist. Skirmishes of chaffinches in the lane – testosterone-fueled scraps, heedless of cars, cats, passers-by (me and Dog). All day mating calls of young owls. Congregations of snowdrops, rashes of daffs. This everywhere-renewal, cracking open again the heart, over and over...
*(St David's day) (actually I'm guessing at the Welsh)
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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I don't know about the Welsh, but your English is lovely. I particular like the phrases "skirmishes of chaffinches" and "cracking open again the heart". It's a magical time of year. Peter
ReplyDeletePeter, that's kind. Thank you - especially after a tough few days it's good to hear that. R
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