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Arm a geddon worried

Is there meaning? I wonder some days

as the world goes on in meaningless ways.

But maybe the journey the planet is on

Is the echo of the place we have gone. 91 more words

Green Poetry

The Hut

There were storm clouds in the mountains; a thing all up there fear,

so we picked up the pace a bit, can’t wait for this to clear. 193 more words

Mental Health

From the Compost Pile

From the Compost Pile

Voluptuous vines mix in
with basil stems and potatoes,
sprouting from last winter’s seeds.

We come from something, some egg,
virus, dirt, but in my vegetable bed… 124 more words

Garden Writers We Love

An Epiphany in Glastonbury

There is a garden on a hill
within the grounds of Glastonbury,
where the chalybeate spring so endlessly brings
the healing water and the blackbird sings, 400 more words


Home of all Homes


There is no mistaking she’s alive.
My hands on the grass receive her touch
And I detect her pulse within my blood,
Her breath within my breath. 238 more words


Dancing with trees

Come play by the light of a beautiful moon;

‘cos when lunacy comes it’s never too soon.

Dance ‘mongst the trees by the light from above; 48 more words



At times I like the open way; where all tracks are clear.

At other times I want to know Gaia holds me near.

Then there are times when paths are closed… 93 more words