You are my firebird
flame-red, flame-yellow
~
over the ash-black
of your wings
~
the white-hot
flickering of your flight.
~
You are my phoenix
my miracle-worker
~
unaware of the magic
you make in me
~
your worshipper
as you flit across the field.
Words and Thoughts, for Life
You are my firebird
flame-red, flame-yellow
~
over the ash-black
of your wings
~
the white-hot
flickering of your flight.
~
You are my phoenix
my miracle-worker
~
unaware of the magic
you make in me
~
your worshipper
as you flit across the field.
The bird on the tree
Sings “I am me”
Unaware of life’s mystery
~
I sing
“Who am I?”
Always seeking
And wondering why…
The wild birds
Inhabit these hills
And I, a walker,
Glancing down the valley
Dazzled by gleaming lights
Flung across the fields like necklaces
I feel I am connected
With the wind
The grass under my feet
God’s sky above my head.
.
“The universe is composed of subjects to be communed with, not objects to be exploited. Everything has its own voice. Thunder and lightning and stars and planets, flowers, birds, animals, trees, – all these have voices, and they constitute a community of existence that is profoundly related.” — Thomas Berry
You are my firebird
flame-red, flame-yellow
over the ash-black
of your wings
the white-hot
flickering of your flight.
You are my phoenix
my miracle-worker
unaware of the magic
you make in me
.
your worshipper
as you flit across the field.
O avocet
Drifting on deep waters
What do you know
Of the mystery
On which
You depend?
~
Photograph: Avocet, Topsham, Devon, UK, January 2025

A bullfinch perched
Right outside my window
~
They are so shy
This was a notable occurring
~
And my heart lifted
Just to watch him for a moment
~
With his bright red body
And rich black head
~
These unplanned revelations
The greatest part of my learning.
~
Image – A fleeting glimpse of a bullfinch, Morchard Bishop, December 2024

This egret
And these Devon hills
~
And the view across
The estuary
~
Light flooding like the tide
From oceans of sky
~
The moment of beauty
Is a mystery.
~
Photograph: Egret at Topsham, Devon – November 2024

The buzzard flying away
Turning to look at me
~
Behind him
The infinite blue sky
~
As if in his freedom
He had greater depths than me
~
In his affinity
With what is on high.
~
Photograph – buzzard, Morchard Bishop, Devon, December 2024

Inspired by walks on the Long Mynd in Shropshire…
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Here the kite
And the buzzard cry
~
And woodpeckers swoop
And dragonflies roam
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And all is green
Except for the sky
~
So infinitely blue
And there you
~
Feel at home
Where birds and insects roam
And there doesn’t need to be a why.
~

Over half of the world’s bluebells are to be found in the UK, I recently learned, so it is very special indeed when these beautiful flowers come into bloom in April/May.

When seen in abundance, as in this photo, I’m sure you’ll agree they are breath-taking!
And you might be wondering why “Brother Bluebell”… It’s a reference to Francis of Assisi’s beautiful poem sometimes known as “The Canticle of the Sun”, where he praises “Brother Sun”, “Sister Moon”, and so on. He feels a kinship with the natural world.
And there’s something like that sense of kinship when your heart beats a bit faster, on seeing bluebells, or suddenly coming across wild deer (they had retreated to the top of the field in this photograph…

…but as I continued through the wood I had a much closer encounter!…)

And at the end of this day’s walk, I was delighted by another tiny goldcrest (see the post ‘Grateful for a Little Thing’ for the last time I encountered one of these, here )

And also a nuthatch…

…who went on, true to its name, to “hack” (“hatch”) a nut into the bark of the tree – this photo captures the moment when the nut was still in the beak…

Our kinship with flora and fauna is precious indeed.
I hope you are inspired to get out and seek some brothers and sisters of your own!
If you live in Shropshire, parking for this walk is beyond the main Wrekin car park, driving away from Wellington. Pull in by a barrier, head off left through the bluebells and follow path up. When you eventually walk alongside the golf course, look out for a path up the bank to the right after 100m or so, then go left at the junction (i.e. not down into the valley), which will take you round to the right eventually where get glimpses of the open field where the deer were. Keep following the path through the wood, then, eventually, right again at a T junction to take you down the hill and back to the road to where you parked.