The Peace of Wild Things” Written and read by Wendell BerryListen When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great Read more about The peace of wild things – Wendell Berry[…]
Jane Hirshfield JasmineAlmost the twenty-first century —how quickly the thought will grow dated,even quaint.Our hopes, our future,will pass like the hopes and futures of others.And all our anxieties and terrors,nights of sleeplessness,griefs,will appear then as they truly are —Stumbling, delirious bees in the tea scent of jasmine.
Here is midsummer. The time of purple and orange. Out of a Jurassic forest of foliage rise the polemonium spears. holding aloft their beautiful-blue purple flower clusters. While pink-purple rockets burst forth on the buddleia bush. And Orange hawkbit waft their devil’s paintbrushes highamong the tall spears of lucifers Crosimia and the low snaking tendrils Read more about Purple and Orange[…]
Verity Sharp listens to how the world’s musicians, sound artists and poets are responding to the Loss of species https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m000kgsn
For a moment we hover at the Peak, the pinnacle, the turning point. And then the seasons turn once more. The sun begins to waneImperceptibly at first, the morning and then the evening, quietly begin to draw in. The slow descent into winter begins. So here we are. The hum of the distant motorway is Read more about The Return[…]
Pollination – Declare and Share – Union Purple and Orangealchemy & devilment. Here is midsummer.The time of purple and orange.Out of a Jurassic forest of foliage rise the polemonium spears.holding aloft their beautiful-blue purple flower clusters.While pink-purple rockets burst forth on the buddleia bush.And Orange hawkbit waft their devil’s paintbrushes highamong the tall spears of Read more about Midsummer[…]
Death by noise. Unable to find Peace the whales run aground. My heart breaks. Lost words, Heartwood, Taproot. Rain makes the Earth solid not crumbly, allowing roots to get a sure hold. Breath out black sludge through your feet. Breath out black smoke through your chest. A cock’s crow blows in on the wind. Gust Read more about Wind[…]
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The shiny striped bark of the wild cherry. The furry moss covered trunk of the Ash, solid and sturdy,yet still moved by the wind breath. The supple straight stem of the Chinese Handkerchief tree. Davidia involucrata Bens coming of age tree, rising into proud adolescence. The smell of the air, the earth still damp beneath Read more about Love Poem[…]
Ox-eye daises and honeysuckle flowers Bonfires, marshmallows and sleeping under the stars. rats and cats. strawberries, blueberries and banana pancakes. bacon on a breakfast campfire Hammocks slung between trees so completely rooted, solidity from the mossy trunk rising up out of the grassy moundtaking my weight as a swing.The Ash trees have made it into Read more about Swimming through sunlight[…]