Day 57
Sun light blanches my view
Turns scrubby Bedfordshire fields
Into a savannah of beige and tan
Exotic, but the only lions are our pet cats.
Last night when an icy darkness
Slunk over this land, we heard foxes calling
To one another back and forth
These aren't urban foxes scavenging by bins
These are mysterious sleek coated creatures
Wary and wily hunting for rabbit and hare.
Day 58
Golden stars bobbing
Amongst slender green daggers,
Big brutal, spring blooms.
Day 59
It takes a little while for my eyes to adjust
And for my ears to get used to the night time
The faintest shush of distant traffic
The reedy call of an unknown pond bird,
My gaze is fixed on the north, then
A rolling ribbon of light unravels along the horizon
No real colour to it, just faintest yellowish, whitish, green
But as I spot the aurora borealis the fox sings out
As if greeting the northern lights, telling his mate of their arrival
She barks back excitedly until the whisper of an aurora is over.
I've seen the northern lights twice before
In Yorkshire utterly unexpected
We did not know what we saw!
Then in Canada staged amidst mountains
To a backdrop sequinned with stars
And a wandering comet
I couldn't have asked for more!
Biting cold but warmed by whisky
Standing with my head thrown back
Until my neck became sore with watching the lights
Weaving through the sky, wonder, mystery and delight!
Day 60
The black dog
Blasted black dog
Bothering Churchill
Bothering me
And 1 in 4 of us*
(*At some point in our lives)
Growling grizzly beast
Slobbering with anxiety
Embodying depression
Looming into view
Even on the brightest of days
Worrying my thoughts like sheep
Unwelcome companion
Untrainable, feral
Haunting hound of legend
Black shuck bounding
Unstoppable into my life
Savaging me and those I love.
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