Being Present

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Being Present

Being Present.

Morning sky of blueness
enhances bright pink cherry blossoms,
beyond the garden fence,
like a purple hazed duet hanging in the air.

Tumnus sits high on sunlit shed roof
watching wet, wintered ground
while delicate feathered creatures
sing their own “Spem in Alium”.

I sit writing in my room of lightness,
I breathe, I watch, I listen.
Domine Deus
Creator caeli et terrae.

Ref: “Spem in Alium” ( Hope in any other) – is a 40-part Renaissance motet by Thomas Tallis
Trans. third verse, lines three and four:
“Lord God,
Creator of Heaven and Earth”.

Photo: Pink cherry blossom by EasterStockPhotos.com

Sometimes

Sometimes, 
when you think it can’t get worse, it does. 
You stop and look around
and see your life is a broken 
pile of bones around 
your cracked, tired feet 
and you cry. 

Then one day 
you realise all your little hopes 
and fragile dreams are but mosaics made from broken 
egg shells and you marvel 
at this creative 
order out of chaos.

But it still doesn’t give your health back into your own hands
or stop the pressures arising 
out of not earning the chinking coins which run through your fingers like salt……
Nor does it stop your 
child and grandchildren from complete collapse in the face of destitution and destruction. 
No. No it doesn’t…. 
And it is not ok, not anymore. 
The shell shock is too great
and the eggs have run out .

Hare Courting

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Hare

Hare Courting

March comes in like a lamb,
yet the Hare will be segueing in the flutter
of a blue painted eyelash.
His pounding feet drum the ground
here in this sunniest of crisp cold days
as his lover comes over the hill
ears aflopping, eyes alluring….
“Come my love” she says….
“It’s time for Spring”.

Hare Sculpture in the grounds of Chippenham Park, Suffolk. With kind permisson of the Hare.