From the young pear tree, the first ever three fruit. Lots of flowers decorated the tree in spring and we thought, maybe this year, the tree will be laden. But these – just these – are the fruit that hung on through the summer heat and drought: survivor fruit. They are still too firm to … More Something of the day – first pears
Apples from our tree makes me think of (for me) an abiding theme, as we begin to move from the light part of the year towards the dark – that we can’t have just a piece of the whole, the sunshiny parts of life. We must accept the whole cycle, and, to have apples, the … More Something of the day – fruiting, again
There’s that Zen saying ‘No seed ever sees the flower’ and I’m thinking, in this season of mellow fruitfulness, about transformation, like the caterpillar and its transmogrification to butterfly. How could it ever foresee itself as the latter when living as the former? How can the crab apple seed dream itself as blossom or fruit? … More Something of the day – seed, flower, fruit
This little tree features a fair bit in my poetry and postings. Can you love a tree? I think so. Know so. This is one of the many trees I love, so of this place, planted by us, unlike the wild sycamores, pussy willow and wild cherry trees that planted themselves and are special for … More Something of the day – mulberry tree
Abel’s angel and Linda’s bowl in light and shadow.
Picture a scene from the other night: I am reading by the aid of a bedside lamp, so the bedroom is shadowy. One of our dogs, Beca, jumps on the bed where I am lying. All is quiet for a while, bar the sound of pages turning, our breathing and her little sleep noises. Suddenly, … More Something of the day – dog imaginings
Never judge a stone by its surface … ‘Bring sorrow to stone Let your grief break wave on wave against that simple ground’ From ‘The Simple Ground’ by Paul Matthews in The Ground that Love Seeks (Five Seasons)
Earth A jewel, it looked like, hanging in vacuum black. It was a miracle of blue. It was – how precious? Image: ‘The Blue Marble’. Taken by Astronauts aboard Apollo 17 in 1972 Poem: Fiona Owen, 2003, O My Swan, Flarestack.
Simply because. Another book to love. The specialness of Paul’s poetry. The cover image. http://www.paulmatthewspoetry.co.uk/publications.php
With the recent passing of our neighbour, Owen Huw, here is a poem I wrote years ago, based on an anecdote he shared with us of a holiday incident. My main memory is of nearly falling off my chair with laughter when he recounted the story. Diolch o galon, Owen Huw. Mewn heddwch. Owen Huw’s Winter … More Something of the day – Owen Huw