shift – Barb, poet priest

Winter Clouds

Winter Clouds When skies are uniformly grey and drizzle dampens every walk, my soul shrinks down, half-turned away, lets inner colour smudge like chalk. If clouds and sun dance on the heights, then grey takes form in subtle hues, and white has brightness that delights, while gaps of sky show bluest blue. Then cast-down eyesContinue reading “Winter Clouds”

Another Way of Seeing

Another Way of Seeing Trinity Sunday I slip my glasses off and free my eyes to sense the stirring touch of wind and sun. These lenses can’t expand what this mind sees when all I look at is the ground ahead. I walk the dog through landscape widely spread, but peer instead at ruts andContinue reading “Another Way of Seeing”