Two owls
speaking across the dark
day glides towards us
like this mist across the water meadows
glances on
that lone sheep
insubstantial as a thought
nudges the new
witch hazel
towards its heart-of-winter
blossoming
I think
how it is that we might
pass a whole life
seeking a light we once thought
outside us
when all the time
it is within
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
