The Maid of Spring
blithe merriment
glimmers on sunrays,
teasing the land to awaken … More The Maid of Spring
blithe merriment
glimmers on sunrays,
teasing the land to awaken … More The Maid of Spring
On day 116 of 365 Days Wild I spent some time with the yew tree. … More Dark Queen
Happy Autumn Equinox – day 113 of 365 Days Wild. … More Balance
Being out and about at dawn always seems to inspire poetry. … More The Eye of Dawn
greens fade into honey
tones as hedgerows
take on autumnal hues … More Autumnal Vibes
a droplet of blood fallen
on delicate lace, beauty and grace
heightened by sacrificial offerings, freely
given, as harvest spirits bask in golden light … More Blood on Lace
here is a place where magic
dwells: where enchantments
twine senses as songbirds flit … More Where Magic Dwells
*sound on* dawn-lit insects dance upon sunbeams as birds raise their voices in song; like a dream forgotten upon awakening, a forlorn spirit aches for ancient magicks, tantalisingly close: an eager heart cries, ‘reach out’
haloed in the dawn,
she emerges from the mist
as brining frost exults in
day’s arrival, a wild spirit
of the meadow … More She of the Dawn
can you sense the whispers
of the turning seasons?
can you hear
the words of love murmuring
through bowers of fresh green
blossoming with life? … More Whispers
echoes of years passed in fleeting moments of remembered joy and heartache decoupaged upon skin in earthly keepsakes to carry into eternity’s embrace
follow a path through the debris of Summer’s sun- kissed indulgences, treading scattered seeds into fertile earth as you head towards the clarity promised by Winter’s chill, and the fresh shoots of wild possibility that wait to unfurl beyond
for mine will be the wisdom of the Crone * she who walks the hedge lines and liminal spaces with back bowed and bare feet rooted * custodian of the secrets of the earth she is at one with crooked trees and lurking spirits * gathering winter’s fears in forage she brews ancestral knowledge into … More Wisdom of the Crone
frost retreats in wreathing mists as autumnal rays cascade over twisting paths, telling Winter ‘it is not yet your time: sunlight still holds sway,’ but soon… soon those darker days will arrive bringing long nights of crystalline clarity when dreams marinate, encased in Earth’s protective womb, awaiting the burgeoning warmth of Spring, but for now… now is the time of … More October Meadow
curl bare toes in damp grass * open mind * awaken senses to petrichorous breezes * open heart * stride forwards in defiance of rainclouds * open soul
glide with piercing gaze sheering through vapid illusion as the night’s deep mysteries reveal themselves within verdant wells of feminine intuition Last week we visited Burnby Hall Gardens, in Yorkshire. It was a beautiful place. I particularly enjoyed wandering around the stumpery, where these pictures were all taken. The many unturned tree stumps, all covered … More Owl Flight
ascend the path to wisdom as you explore the secret pathways that entice you to remain forever within those enchanted reveries that promise secret loves Last weekend we visited Brodsworth Hall and Gardens, in South Yorkshire. I still can’t walk very far or very fast so we just had a leisurely stroll around the gardens. … More Ascend
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Amanda Tuke - nature writer, urban nature champion & author of 'Wild Pavements: Exploring Britain's Cities with an Urban Naturalist'
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