The Hedgerow Project

tattered leaves,
autumn-singed,
waiting for the wind.

perfect buds,
tightly curled,
biding until spring.

Here’s a date to pop in your diary! This is a fabulous opportunity to come along and learn about the wonderful birds in our locality. All welcome.

We walked through
A woodland
The 5 year old and I,
Stick swords in hand,
Chatting about the
Movement of the plant life,
The miracle of the leaf
Making food from sunlight,
The surge for the gap in the canopy,

It's a war, he says.
I pause.

The great forest replies gently
No, it's not like that at all.
Have you forgotten
My love?
All this wonderful life
Is us.
We are not here to compete
Or battle,
But to grow,
To heal,
To nourish,
To share,
To die
To decompose
To feed.
Each playing a part in the whole;
Repairing the wounds,
Co-creating
Life
And beauty.

Do you remember?