The snowdrops
Appear
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As if to remind
Us
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Of resilience
Each new year.
Resilience Each New Year
Tag: nature
A Robin Sang
A robin sang
from the branches of a winter tree
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His belly was as bright as the day
his breast red as the sunset
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Gracing my winter spirit
with tones of happiness.
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Photograph: Robin in Morchard Bishop, January 2025
Connected
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.
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“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
Firebird
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
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your worshipper
as you flit across the field.
The Mystery on Which We Depend
O avocet
Drifting on deep waters
What do you know
Of the mystery
On which
You depend?
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Photograph: Avocet, Topsham, Devon, UK, January 2025
Budding Into New Blooms of Light
The light comes in the morning
like a new creation
as the darkness divides
and we see all that is good
All living things
have their moment of hope
reaching high into heaven
And we like them
feel the green shoots
bursting within
budding into new blooms of light.
Photograph: tree in bud, Morchard Bishop, January 2024
Needing a Mystery
Thin winter branches
Sill alive
Reaching out for the weak winter sunlight
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As if they knew
In their poverty
They needed a mystery
Still to survive.
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Photograph: Thin winter branches, Teign gorge, Devon
Trumpeting the Spring
The daffodils arrive
Trumpeting the spring
And the singing
Of the song thrush
All life
Is here
In the colour
And movement
And the music
That I hear.
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Photograph: daffodils, Morchard Bishop, January 2025
Hope at Year’s Ending
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A mistle thrush was singing
As if all the world were ringing
With the hopes of every soul
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The year was at its ending
But the light was growing, mending
Darkness which could never wrestle ultimate control.
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A New Vision
No prayers were said there
but a stilling of the heart’s grinding
that was peace enough
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We walked on discovering
at every turn a new vision
of unimagined grandeur
each differently lovelier than before
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Perhaps heaven will be like this
a walk across the moor
on an everlasting day.
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Photograph – Hooney Tor, Dartmoor, Devon, UK, December 2024
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