Ancestral — The Light is On (Reblog)

That dream came alive in snowcapped peaks flowing like a thousand whispered secrets, its laughter gently echoing off the slopes down into the valley…

Ancestral — The Light is On

***Reblogged by Francis Barker 2020… poetry

The Holiday Season is Over, but Autumn is Here

Some selected photographs from Ayscoughfee Hall in Spalding, Lincolnshire.

All photographs copyright Francis Barker 2020.

Haiku: ‘Birds’

Photo by Nikita Khandelwal on Pexels.com

Birds go where they wish
Terns can fly from pole to pole
Thoughts go anywhere

*Haiku copyright Francis Barker 2020

America the Beautiful — tanja britton (Reblog)

Barr Trail is one of the Pikes Peak region’s most iconic hiking paths and whether one trains for the annual Pikes Peak Ascent or Marathon, or simply desires to hike it for its own merit, it packs a punch. Beginning at an elevation of approximately 6,800 feet in Manitou Springs, it climbs steadily to 14,115 […]

America the Beautiful — tanja britton

*Reblogged by The Midlode Mercury.

Poem: ‘Green Shoots’

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

A Place Once Holy — The Light is On (Reblog)

From where we stand at the edge we can see the ruins of the mountain, its scars slowly filling with dust…

A Place Once Holy — The Light is On

Poem: A Walk by the Sea

a walk by the sea

Without too much thought I took
to the beach,
followed the white lines of
breakers
leading me due north along that
fractured shore.

in no time at all the beach huts were
behind me,
removed by dunes and blurring
summer haze.

then suddenly
she was there
right in front of me, as if she’d
dropped
right out of the ether.

she was squatting down,
blonde haired and
quite young,
her blue-green dress hitched up a touch
showing small bare feet
half buried,
where the dry white sand
gave way to shingle.

I stopped
said hi
but she didn’t even look!
staring into that wide expanse
she could see
clear across the ocean.

looking down I admired her
gold-embroidered dress,
the delicate amber jewellery on
slim fingers,
her long hair matted by
the keen breeze.

then she looked up,
her eyes like cyan gems
and pointed to herself–
‘Elfhild’ I thought she said
sounding sort of German
or Dutch or maybe something
in between
but I didn’t speak a word.

not then.

she didn’t seem lost or in any distress
so I moved on,
giving her a faint wave,
after all, what business was it
of mine?
I carried on steadily
maybe half a mile or so,
felt the wind move round
south to south east.
I could’ve done with a jumper so I
turned back,
got up quite a pace in the end.
frankly I wanted to return
to see if she was alright –
but I saw only footprints
where she had been, where the shingle
gave way to sand.

walking to the shoreline something
caught my eye, a piece of amber
wet and shining.
I picked it up, held it
to the light
and smiled, looking out
to where the waves
were rolling in by the edge of
that German sea

poem and image © copyright Dave Barker 2020

Bee Folklore and Superstition: Telling the Bees — Under the influence! (Reblog)

There is a longstanding custom of telling the bees important events such as births, deaths and marriages that happen in the life of a beekeeper.

Bee Folklore and Superstition: Telling the Bees — Under the influence!

*** This is utterly fascinating, bees are amazing, miracles, like all of nature.

Unexpected Meeting with Alpacas

Lovely alpacas

Although not native to Britain, alpacas are nevertheless lovely. They are native to South America.

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

Haiku: Leave Nature Alone

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Haiku copyright Francis Barker 2020   Photo by Annie Spratt

Poppy Season

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Photo copyright Francis Barker 2020