Walking with the Wind

2009.05.29Photo23_23 bw lores Walking with the Wind

Over the stile
and into the meadow
the summer breeze drifts.
As the two women,
walking with the wind,
wrap themselves up into
a landscape of soft, sea green
and a river that winds itself around.
Not the rocky mountain path
taken earlier that July,
the one that took them upwards
forwards, towards the sun.
No here, on the glorious South Downs,
where the breeze can be seen swirling
through many a twisted path,
brushing each poppy head
along the edge of golden lines,
into a green splendour that
unfolds down beacon and vale.
Into a rhythm of walking,
into a rhythm of soul,
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Lord of the Greenwood

Lord of the Greenwood

Carved, half-hidden,
I am the face you see
in all trees – amid the thickest leaves.
Watch ten rays of sun
sweet-talk the morning mist,
high above my pagan heart,
where knotted roots
speak a tango to twisted limbs.

Seek only the path
with no end, for lips of berry
and sunlight linger there.
Sense Mother Earth and how
she connects me to your world.
Look deep into my eyes
hear the whisper of the wild,
it is where you and I belong.

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