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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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Hope at Year’s Ending
Tag: nature
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
The Mystery of the Mist
What a mystery
It is to exist
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Life passing
Like a surprising mist
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Rising over the hills
Revealing sights
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More wonderful
More beautiful still.
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The Greatest Part of My Learning
A bullfinch perched
Right outside my window
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They are so shy
This was a notable occurring
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And my heart lifted
Just to watch him for a moment
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With his bright red body
And rich black head
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These unplanned revelations
The greatest part of my learning.
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Image – A fleeting glimpse of a bullfinch, Morchard Bishop, December 2024
A Moment to Glide
A Moment to Glide
A moment to glide
while the wind’s favourable
and the air is free
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Like joy, sensation,
spontaneity.
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Image: Red Kite over The Stiperstones, Shropshire
The Moment of Beauty
This egret
And these Devon hills
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And the view across
The estuary
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Light flooding like the tide
From oceans of sky
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The moment of beauty
Is a mystery.
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Photograph: Egret at Topsham, Devon – November 2024
Greater Depths
The buzzard flying away
Turning to look at me
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Behind him
The infinite blue sky
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As if in his freedom
He had greater depths than me
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In his affinity
With what is on high.
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Photograph – buzzard, Morchard Bishop, Devon, December 2024
Avocets on the Estuary
Avocets on the estuary
The sheer sparkle of the sun
On black and white feathers
Proclaiming the beauty
Of flocking together.
A New Kind of Silence
There’s a new kind of silence
On the Lawley this morning
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An inner kind of silence
On the Lawley this morning
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As if a new kind of consciousness
Was slowly dawning
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That has suffered and died
And has risen again
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Here on the Lawley
This morning.
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Photograph shows views from the Lawley
The Breeze Brings Blessing
The breeze brings blessing
From hills and from sky
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As if inspiration
Were the true vocation
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Of the soul
Seeking harmony.
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The photograph shows Corndon Hill above the heather of The Stiperstones, Shropshire.
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