• Simon

Spring Cleaning

Updated: Mar 27

As the winter, on his retreat, carries on to bless us with puddles and a wish for warm blankets and tea, I am sorting my kitchen and my notebooks, which both reveal an unsuspected provision of goodies.

Here are a few lines I found from January this year.

A note on gratitude and longing perhaps.

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Silence radiates from the core

like a queen

resting on a mount of moss

encircled by the stern march of ants

and bright green bows of birches

nodding to Her Majesty


The breath of solitude plays this ancient instrument

in my chest and for a moment I remember


Home is where we hear our

questions grow into beautiful songs

when dawn rises their many voices

and we join in, albeit we were told

we could not sing