Poem: A Kind of Wonder
there is a kind of wonder
in the pink light of dawn
sun on the moors
mist in the dales
in lichens, living with oaks
in the deep touch of moss
there is a kind of wonder
in the persistence of people
who shape these places
who care : dogged, gentle,
innovative, kind
and wonder too
in the lives of birds
redwings passing through
the skylarks’ serenade
and the continued arrival of spring
when seasons seem to be shifting
all this is a kind of wonder
and a kind of love -
but it’s not blind love
for what feels good
what looks like beauty
it’s a love that’s been thought through
worked for, that carries a kind of ache
a kind of faith
each morning, the blackbird names the day
each dusk, among the trees, owls
