Morning
darkness surrounds
glad to be writing this
back into old ways of working
daily
midwinter
stone cold
magpies chatter about
having turned the year’s corner
blackbirds
even now
begin territorial pinking
marking the turning point
knowing something unlearned
getting on
unthinking nature
moved by unseen rhythms
unmetered cadences
encourage belief in rising and falling
hope that change is not only possible but thankfully
inevitable
Time for this Bird to Fly |