Tag Archives: woodland
Walk with me through the bare woods as winter retreats into the earth. As the frost seeps away into the deep earth, the ground beneath our feet is warming, and stirring with new life. Let’s linger a while in this … Continue reading
We walked the other day, between ancient trees, draped in fine clothes of moss and lichen. The air was as pure in the mouth as spring water, and the sounds of the outside world were muffled and absorbed by … Continue reading
Among golden leaves Puddles of late autumn light Slip into cold shade
Walking out into the woods I found Autumn had cast her golden spell across the land. Everything green was now dipped in shimmering coppers and bronze, and the long low shadows drew lines across the earth. The light was … Continue reading
All around us the signs of autumn are beginning to make an appearance. Despite the lingering sunshine and warmth there are tell-tale signs that the year is turning ever onwards towards the darkness of winter. In Gaelic there are two … Continue reading
I was walking yesterday, among the ancient twisted oaks, as the tail end of a hurricane swept across the land. I was sheltered on the forest floor, but high above me the branches bent and strained in the high wind, … Continue reading
On the banks they crowd Confetti blossom gossips Surfing springs green wave.