This is the third of my daily poems to cover the period of Lent. I have embarked upon this to give up procrastination, although a Christian friend of mine says that Lent should really be seen as an opportunity for adding something useful to your life, though I’m afraid this collection might not truly fulfil that criterion.


7th March 2014


If in the rage of a storm

 the flagrant woods seemed

 to stagnate and reduce themselves

to a leaf strewn wilderness,

there would still remain

a baleful and statuary beauty

of natural splendour. 

Only the throng of birds

and collectives of  insect life

would feel the silent

and imperceptible growth

of monumental timber,

rallying and crying

from their weeping canopies.


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