The Gibbet

February 20, 2014 § Leave a comment


Woodpeckers are beating their heads against the morning, brrrrrrrah!
Mist still hangs in the valley.
And the golden light turns everything to green fire.

This is where I come alive,
where happiness finds me.
In the quiet chatter of the trees
and the deep seams of hill paths, leading down into damp gulleys.

The colours are super charged. Nature made this?
Oh yes.
Long before we knew the shades
and gave them names to claim them as ours.

Thank you, happenstance.
Thank you, evolution.
Thank you Gaia. Elohim. Ptah.

You have given me the morning
and there’s nowhere that could call me home like this hilltop.
This tree.
This land I call mine.

The Gibbet, Surrey

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