I am of for a few days then so the blog will be quiet for a week or so…

I leave you with this old poem from my book ‘Listing’. It seemed appropriate!

A time to be silent

There is a time for all things under heaven

A time for marram grass to move

In gentle air

And for the dying sun

To turn all green things gold

To alchemise the evening

Into a luminal place

On the twilit edge

Between here

And there

A time when the last call of the curlew

Will echo away over the dimming mountains

And the stillness is itself

Whispering

A time for this day

To silence

The soul