Encountering landscape

Walking is a big part of what I do. Walking, seeing, listening. Sharing that experience with others, and trying to bring some fragments of it back. Yesterday there was a walk, today there is a fragment.


Blood crimson droplets gleam against the sky

Seed-heavy haws swollen by summer rain

Birch and beech leaves flame the dying season

As cycles turn and darkness comes again.


Speak of the loss and grief, so vast to hold

Silence shared, there is no sense to find

But comfort in the recognition gleaned

Of all that passes, all we leave behind.


We carry loss and truth in equal weight

Hearts wide and willing to be broken

Bewitched by scarlet fruit on blackened bough

By stories told, and stories left unspoken.


I seek but for the path, the heart’s release

The blessings of both reverie and peace.



About Nimue Brown

Druid, author, dreamer, folk enthusiast, parent, wife to the most amazing artist -Tom Brown. Drinker of coffee, maker of puddings. Exploring life as a Pagan, seeking good and meaningful ways to be, struggling with mental health issues and worried about many things. View all posts by Nimue Brown

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