Wild clematis
Scent Spring fresh
This spent high Summer.

Aching down
Weight of sun
Shallow breath.

Coming here
Many times before.

Grass lit meadow
Forest edge
Aflame with shadow.

Yes, coming here
For want
And wintry days.

For far sights
Open spaces
Forgotten prospects.

Full sun fills South
With relief
Glad wind in poplars.

This speaking breath
Seeking less


About Jamie Nicol

Living in the forested hills of Catalonia, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Zen teacher, recovering philosopher, small-scale natural farmer. Writing just what comes.
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