Sunday, December 29, 2013

Breakfast Skies and a Morning Walk

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.

Kahlil Gibran

Thursday, December 26, 2013



No individual raindrop ever considers itself responsible for the flood







Friday, December 20, 2013

The wet dawn inks

Winter Trees

The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing --
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.

Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waist-deep in history --

Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these pietàs?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.

Sylvia Plath


Thursday, December 19, 2013

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Monday, December 16, 2013

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Winter in the Wye Valley


Monday, December 9, 2013

Thursday, November 21, 2013


So dull and dark are the November days.
The lazy mist high up the evening curled,
And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze;
The place we occupy seems all the world.

 John Clare, November




Wednesday, November 13, 2013


It’s true, I can’t make you love me. But I can refuse to let you out of your cage.

Jarod Kintz

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Dartmoor Pony

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.

Emily Dickinson

Friday, November 8, 2013

The Bishop's Cat

Women and cats will do as they please and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.
Robert A Heinlein

This gorgeous cat lives at the Bishop's Palace in Wells, Somerset.



Thursday, November 7, 2013


The only journey is the one within
Rainer Maria Rilke