Another poem by one of our parishoners… The Birch The birch is still and quiet now it hangs its fan-like boughs as if it had not pleaded with wind like a girl’s wildly tangled hair to set her free or let her die. Bent last night almost to the ground it’s up again. Dewdrops glow on … Continue reading The Birch →

I thought you might like to read this wonderful poem by one of our parishioners: Autumn In this damp corner, where Nasturtiums star the hedge And unseen cobwebs stretch, Autumn’s already here; While on the silver birch The catkins’ shrivelled rust Falls at the slightest touch. I crumble one to dust To hold the winter … Continue reading Autumn →