Apologies for the poor sketch to accompany CC's lovely haiku.

Oak leaves - I taste them in my mind. And smell the poplar's fallen foliage, breaking down, re-making me. The moon is always hidden....

A picture from Leanne's trail camera.

The half hour cats are not as good as the fifteen minute crows.

Generously, from CC

Photo Courtesy of Robin Gossage

I didn't have a wasp photo for CC's lovely poem... a bee has to do!

A haiku from CC

That a tree can be metal and unleaved does not disturb her. A perfect tree is a high place offering a view of mice. That land can be...

blue magic on dry hard soil -- ring of creeping thyme blooms out to in

...which follows on from yesterday's post.

There are days when the light is just so - Angle of earth, atmospheric dust, I don’t know - Something Just something. And my soul...

A poem.

All life is elemental alchemy: Fire fueled, air inspired - Mothered by minerals And maintained by water - The philosopher's fluid. All...

Midsummer fire and mug of home-made mead!

The meditation tree.

Starling on the trellis.

It's poem for the day time!

A poem for today.

He sits up, like a dog Leaf-thin skin antennae listening Then - couchant - he is earth, he is log But mere matter cannot move from here...