Hooting and howling and rolling around the twilight woods,

A silent winged rollercoaster unseen.

I never knew there were so many different types of owl howl.

But later the utmost dark of the night was silent.

Creamy mist in the dips and

luminous moonlight bouncing twinkly off mossy bark and chipped flint.

Silent and peaceful and so then it was just me.

Me and the cold and my hunger

and then Freya in the darkness showing me where the light comes from.

Filling me with the golden light of unending inspiration.

 

I dozed a while propped on my yew trunk backrest.

 

Is that light in the sky now? I wish it was lighter,

I need the sun’s warmth and I need soup and crackers and hot chocolate and a hot bath and a cushion, oh I need it all now don’t I?

 

The dawning morning begins with a squalling hawk-chick and a giggling woodpecker.

The day slowly waking up to carry on as it did yesterday.

Stags and hinds and unseen footsteps in the undergrowth,

Squirrels doing their trees’ housework.

Chucking nuts out the woods.