Held

Bathed in dappled sunlight, The trees hold me in a cosseted embrace. Their crowns swaying with the breeze, Branches singing me a soothing lullaby. Bird song reigns, wild and untempered, Melting away my worried mind, Full of human busy-ness. The air is changed here, Yew and ash and birch and beech, Mixing into the perfect…

Bury Ditches

Today the ditches are on fire. Bushes of broom and gorse glow like hot embers. Their flowers lively bright flames, All a-dancing. Below the ground is parched. Ants crawl on a mission over my trainers. I’m invading their space. Nudging my way through the overgrown outer ring. All around the settlement is quiet. Save from…