The garden will grow
Let it become a jungle
Old walls tumble down
Month: August 2019
30th August 2019
In your black pupils
In the shadow of apples
In my own mind’s eye
29th August 2019
Could I live up here
On this faded windswept moor?
A solitary rock
28th August 2019
Summer is over
The time for harvest is here
Let the work begin
27th August 2019
If wild flowers
Are sown from a pack of seeds
Are they really wild?
26th August 2019
In a horse drawn cart
We move on, ever westward
A journey of peace
25th August 2019
To live a wild life
We must provide our own needs
And consume much less
24th August 2019
To simplify
To remove the cruft
To simply be
23rd August 2019
Thistle faries float
Wherever the wind takes them
I wish to be wild
22nd August 2019
On this tumulus
Where bones crumble into dust
We reach our fathers
