Photography

Walking

 

At a time

When the news

Is too dark

 

A feeling

Of despair

Of loss

 

I need

To get out

Walk the hills

 

In clean air

Let thoughts roll

Mind still

 

Feel my legs

My body

At ease

 

Let each wave

Of sadness

Run clear.

 

 

RAC

Storms gather

 

I watched

the gathering

storm

approach

 

The deepness

of grey

turning

near black

 

The fluttering

of aspen leaves

the insects caught

in updrafts

 

it is just

a matter

of time

waiting.

This where people live.

Memories and messages

 

Another day

Another journey

Hills grey and laden

With mist.

The swallows flight

In the lane

Ahead of me

Brought you

Our friendship.

Into my thoughts

And the memory

Of our last talk

At the farm

Before you died

You were eighty

And the cancer

That had bitten

Hard into you

Had won its battle

I remember

You’d just disclosed

That you were abused

As a child

You knew

I was speaking

At a meeting

With those

Who care

For the young

The damaged

And abandoned

So I asked

What message

You’d want me to give

Work out of your

Heart with love

Not from your head alone

I asked whether

We are able

To teach

How to show

Compassion

You do it all the time

Apart from to yourself

Be kind to you

Don’t give it all away

Keep some behind

I’m constantly

Surprised

At the kindness

Of the body

To release

Small memories

In ways

That ease the pain

Of loss and the hardness

Of leavings.

Your message

Remains.

 

 

RAC

 

Another journey

 

The chiselled letters

On stone

1851

Standing on

The iron bridge

The river

Below

Flushed with rain

And stained

With earth

Washed away

By the rising

Waters spate

Leaves

Of Beach trees

Glistening green

Shimmering

With each

Breath

Of wind

I observe

The day.

 

RAC