Eden Valley – April.Between winter and spring
When neither snow falls
Nor one bird sings
By the river with rubbish, LancasterLeft alone
In a silent, bare
Land of eye and ear.
Honeysuckle after rain.Still,
A sound
A sight
Rises
Unannounced
From the up-reaching, barren
Branched trees
Calw, Black ForestEye and Ear
Found full
Then back again
To the day
Between winter and spring.
Jacks Poem.
Presents for PilgrimAnd so it is
and so it has been.
These past couple of weeks
since leaving the Eden Valley
– and that rock in the stream!
Full to brimming.
And dull dark dripping days.
Gardening, sewing,
Eating and talking.
– and passing on a tradition.
What an honour.
Thanks for your patience while I deal with many matters. Thankfully I’ve a reliable Internet connection now so posting must surely resume.
When I notice the moment in-between I am happy because that shows me the value of all moments. Thank you. May your journey be a straight line, with gentle curves.
In gassho,
Helmut
one of those ‘clever’ moment when I’m tempted to respond with a pithy couple of words. Thankfully I am resisting the temptation. So thanks Helmut – that’s pithy enough.