April 18

Sycamore Spring


A wild breeze breathes the gaps between the iron grey trunks

Leaves, newborn and virgin green, twist as chill raindrops slide down verdant skins

A darkened sky holds all in, somnolent and steady, ready for her pouring.

Lover Earth, flexing her spring lungs

Sprouting green and red amongst the tinders of winter.

Liquid lifeblood.

Another spring, again not the silent one.

One more to hold dear. A bonus season.

You may also like

Seeing the Small Things

Seeing the Small Things


    • This is a very special woodland, I spent dawn there today with a family of roe deer. It’s the most promising and magical woodland I have ever been in.

  • {"email":"Email address invalid","url":"Website address invalid","required":"Required field missing"}