Monday, February 24, 2014


On thys daye I did my bench to the coppice take, and thereto did cut away at my pollard-tree and away came I with fresh wythes

I have climbed the mountain
I have seen the pillar of fire
I have stood in a field and faced a thousand men

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Saturday, February 22, 2014


Climb the cliff to catch
The days last light
And see from shaded soil
The ice encrusted treetops still lit
Illuminated enflamed
Sparkling glittering refracted radiance

Friday, February 21, 2014


Last night did not get below freezing. There is still a lot of snow but it is melting.

And the mists rise from it, in the fields and between the trees

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Monday, February 3, 2014