to pin down my thoughts
this time of year
A sense of urgency now as we race full tilt
towards the end of one thing and the beginning of another
And my seemingly endless hours spent
driving
I find if I tip my head like this
ever so slightly
there I am
out there in the green
waving to myself as I fly by on my bike
standing high on the pedals
Out there in the green
wind rushing
Out there in the green...
If I tilt my head ever-so-slightly, may I join you?
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful place to find oneself!
ReplyDeleteI love how you appreciate the beauty. If I lived in Ireland, I'd want to roll around in that glorious lovely green.
ReplyDeleteHave a beautiful summer weekend Ciara!
Life does sometimes seem like a race full tilt, I agree.
ReplyDeleteI hoe you have time this year to stop and smell the roses and the honeysuckle.
Good way of making the endless driving more pleasant. I used to do the same on the exercise bike, but now I've given up that bike!
ReplyDeleteLovely pictures too, Ciara. Have a fun weekend.
A gorgeous little piece of writing, my friend--a gem. Happy weekend to you! xo Gigi
ReplyDeleteA jewel of words and images. Oh GREEN! Here on my mountain the grasses are already turning gold--some of them past gold to color between plum and garnet for which I have no name. You have me feeling as though I live two places simultaneously.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the warm comment at my blog.
Nature conjures up memories, happy memories :) x
ReplyDeleteVery pretty. I wish ferns grew here.
ReplyDeleteLovely :) You've got me all nostalgc for free-wheeling down country brays. God, there were so many less cars on the road back then! Anyway, on another note, those are the first foxgloves I've seen this year. You know, things must sprout sooner down your end of the country 'cause I remember seeing bluebells here about a month before they popped there heads up round these parts. Or maybe it's just your garden. Yup, I''d say that's it; your home seems like a special place :)
ReplyDeleteLove the little poem. I also want to be out there in the green. After work each day, 9 or more hours cooped inside with stale air and irritating lighting, my body craves to be out in the fresh air among the plants.
ReplyDeleteLove nature! You mixed up your poem as well.......great!
ReplyDeleteoh, lovely images (both mental and photo).
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