writing home

the small-birds have finally found the window feeder and the dogs are enthralled with their sudden proximity we are well, though feeling the spring in our bones - that gentle eruption debuts a new brand of restlessness the boards of the porch have been too damp for comfortable reading, and coffee for now is confined … Continue reading writing home


snippets from the past few days the snowdrops have been stepped on by some unwary foot - they are closer now to mud than to sky - but the crocus persists and the daffodils are showing their greening tips I had to side-step several puddles of blood on the sidewalk outside the office one morning … Continue reading 2.12.2015


the crocuses have awoken, a defiant yellow flare against the bricks and my shoes have grown fonder this year of puddles than I might wish so much so, that my toes have pruned by the end of the day yet I am reluctant to cast them off - who am I to come between lovers … Continue reading 2.5.2015


a brace of camellia buds, pale gold and swollen, nod knowingly in the rain March puddles may come, but the thrush still shouts when he's discovered his mate April is at the threshold and soon a parish of sparrows will be singing themselves silly in the branches of the wild plum © Sarah Whiteley


6:57 AM and light's early overture has warmed the cherry petals just enough that the faintest scent of sweet emerges maybe it's more than just scribbling poets who note these moments and mark the time, mentally ticking off the mileposts to restoration but this morning's note is more than that - today's surfacing defines a … Continue reading mileposts