Sep 15

A nature poem

Photo by Kasturi Roy on Unsplash

The rooks are calling,
scrawling across the sky
Blustering in black drifts
Surfing the funnels
the tunnels of air,
the lifts and falls
thermals from cliff,
over forest and field,
house and garden.

The noise is deafening,
silences our conversation
for moments at a time
as we stop, watch, listen.

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Sylvia Clare MSc. Psychol

Sylvia Clare MSc. Psychol

Mindfulness teacher, poet, advocate for mental health and compassionate living, author of ‘No Visible Injuries’, ‘Living Well and Loving ADHD’ and many others