The sun streams onto my desk
distracting me with an open invitation.
I wander outside into the crisp
freshness of September
(I really should be working)
air cool, sun warm,
what a delicious combination.
I stroll, and admire the flowers.
This year’s robins practice their trills
and chase each other around the garden
(I should be working, really)
Dewy cobwebs sparkle.
The Chinese lanterns glow
like orange setting suns.
really be working?)
I have all the time in the world
long years of it left,
but this one moment of early autumn,
this particular combination of weather
and flowers and birdsong
will never happen again in
exactly the same way.
So I savour it.
Savouring the end of summer
among the last blooms of
thrift and sea campion,
the cries of unseen kittiwakes,
clouds of swallows and martins
and the arrow-straight splashing dives of gannets.
Mull of Galloway lighthouse
It’s that time of year when every bit of warm sunshine is savoured. The air is cooler now, the wind is blowing from the north, but out of the wind the sun is still hot. We sat in the sun on the Mull of Galloway, sharing the end of summer with the birds. Soon they will be leaving, the kittiwakes out to sea, the swallows, house martins and gannets heading south for warmer climes. A day to remember, sunshine,warmth and memories to light us through the winter darkness ahead.
Mull of Galloway
Colourful cliffs at the Mull of Galloway
Ghostly pine trees,
hilltops lost in mist,
lake reflecting grey.
then rain in sheets
scudding across the water.
Sweating in waterproofs
with leaky boots,
step by step
we are rinsed,
I used to worry.
What will the neighbours think
if I do tai chi in the garden?
This summer I tried it.
What a gift,
being present outdoors
at the end of the day.
the wind in the trees,
flowers, bats, hedgehogs, owls,
the moon, clouds, rain,
the setting sun,
a scattering of stars,
mars, even saturn
have been part of my practice this summer.
Who cares what the neighbours think!
I’ve been in this peaceful corner of the internet for nine months now.
I wanted a place to write, to explore ideas, to experiment, to see what this blogging thing was all about. To share, maybe, if anyone found my blog.
I started out thinking I’d write about creativity, and how to fit it into a busy life, about nature, and the importance of connecting with the natural world.
I ended up writing poetry. Poems about everyday life;
the first snowdrops of spring, anxiety before a hospital appointment, the first canoe trip of the year, tai chi.
I luxuriated in language. I wrote about things that I don’t usually talk about, feeling safely anonymous among millions of bloggers.
I haven’t been trying to promote my blog, but somehow I now have some followers.
♥ Thank you! ♥
I follow some of the people who have commented or followed my blog and now every weekend my inbox contains poetry and stories. Some of my favourites so far:
The Cedar Journal – adventures of a Cedar Canoe
Elle Guyence, who writes a beautiful poem every week
So, I’m going to keep on writing, exploring, experimenting and reading and see what the next nine months bring for Life In The Fresh Air!
Here we are,
the sea pilgrims.
Not many of us tonight.
A damp evening,
dark before its time.
Thunder rumbles in the distance,
water mirrors grey
and turns it into silver,
alchemy before our eyes.
An infinite supply of treasure
for a sea pilgrim.
We leave the shore,
the light darkens,
but inside us the sea shines silver,
and fills our hearts with light.
Getting close to nature.
Evening tai chi practice
interrupted by a hedgehog.