A secret village

Buried heart of the forest

Eerily empty

These days are rarer

Than giant harvester moons

Each happens but once

Warm waves wash us clean

Create new memories to keep

And carry our dreams

Let the light align

The lost golden compass lines

Moon’s silver decline

If I could keep to

Empty roads, I’d never know

How far still to go

Like steady drizzle

We slowly trickle and seep

Through damp city streets

The years hurry on

Our days pass by in a blink

The land still remains

Mix light, air, water

With a tiny spark of seed

And life will flourish

I was an asteroid

Now I am gathering moss

Just a stone cold rock

And when the sun sets

Life becomes a silhouette

Time becomes unset

Sun catches old firs

We pine to be lifted up

By its golden light

All across England

Scattered oaks watch o’er our fields

While we live and die

Only the hawthorn

Can fight the rolling molars

Brandished by these sheep

Thread a needle line

Through the iris of the storm

Be nature’s pupil

As days run away

They will help us to answer

Questions never asked

I know that one day

I’ll look back at these years and

Miss them desperately

Straw, water, clay, sand

A wall that is made by hand

From parts of the land

Can I see myself

Reflected in other eyes?

To myself I’m blind

The year’s first bramble

Sweet and warm in the sunshine

Autumn, wait a while

Cerulean skies

Yellow grass and yarrow brass

We’re still flying high

Black heart, empty soul

A broken shell, deeper hole

Swim round the fish bowl

Where is the wild life?

Crouching in a far corner?

Driven out to sea?