This mighty fir's protective canopy enables the tiniest of flowers to shelter and thrive around its base. It welcomes one and welcomes all. It knows its ecosystem relies on integrating Nature's gifts. There is enough in the garden for all.
A lesson some of us may have forgotten.
We live between both noise and light
It's where our hopes and dreams take flight
We seem to linger in this place
While chasing life at such a pace.
First cup of tea:
"Therefore, send not to know
For whom the kettle boils,
It boils for thee."
White clouds backlit by a rising sun. A curtain raised on another performance. There is a stillness before first light, but then birds sing, and you feel that it's just for you. It's looking like it might be a Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah kind of day.
Everything is, indeed, statisfactual.
Here in Northampton,
The Shoetown birds sing.
Tweeting like us,
About everything.
A gentle breeze passes through a tree. A ripple of applause shakes its leaves. Man-made structures stand solid and still. The church, the rooftops, the telegraph poles.
Yet nature dances with the wind. Bushes tango, treetops foxtrot. Marking growth, keeping time.
First cup of tea:
broken mugs or china cups
builders glugs, designer sups
it matters not the tea you take
it's equal to the tea you make.
Ancient solstice worship
Prayers to a molten sun
Time in a cloak will curse it
And we'll end where we've begun.
finding an old family photograph
with well-thumbed, ragged edges
that once stood proudly in an ornate frame;
where too much sunlight, and way too much love,
has started to dissolve the image.
We are those fleeting fragments for those who have sat in sunlight.
Looked in the mirror at 56
And knew the stuff I couldn't fix
Everything was in its place
Except I saw my old dad's face.
I met a girl from Hebden Bridge
I drove there in my car
I tried it on bedside her fridge
I drove a bridge too far.
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