all grief, all pain,
momentarily forgotten;
They are beautiful and fearless,
I wish I too could be so.
Starling Murmuration after Starlings in Winter by Mary Oliver

all grief, all pain,
momentarily forgotten;
They are beautiful and fearless,
I wish I too could be so.
Starling Murmuration after Starlings in Winter by Mary Oliver
like a flower opening,
my eye barely follows.
My imagination stretches
to its limits as I try
to understand
how and when they decide
which bird is leading
and which are the followers;
my mind soars
high into the blue sky,
Star-feathered
chunks of small black birds,
whistle-squeaking into
the dawning day,
they flock together,
forming a murmuring mass,
whirling, swirling,
flowing and ebbing to and fro;
they dip, then they rise,
forming patterns which,
Day 2 #DailyNature #JournalPrompts
Murmurs of the birds' wings.
My favourite birdnerd fact - murmuration is a poem in itself. Now, I always try to listen to them in the sky or else I might miss out on a quiet symphony of the air.
Leave your bird-words below:
Dealing with a TB scare on the farm in today's @theguardian.com country diary by Andrea Meanwell.
Dieses Buch war so bewegend und obwohl es ~1835 ff. spielt, enthält es alle großen Emotionen unserer Zeit. Verzweiflung, Trauer, Zukunftsangst, Wut, aber auch Freundschaft, Verbundenheit und Hoffnung. Und man muss den Prota und seinen Riesenalk einfach lieben. 9/10 🌟
A word & nature fueled day! Lovely to see people joining in with a new #dailynature challenge 🧡
I'm hosting a 1hr online writing workshop
'How to Hybrid-Haiku'
20th October
7pm
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Where human bends with tree 🍂
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In this month’s blog I reflect on the difference between knowing about a place from a map, and sitting on a wooden stile in the late afternoon sunshine with an old horse for company.
You can read it here: www.theconcisequill.com/blog
#ForestOfDean #NatureWriting #WritingCommunity #PlaceBasedWriting
Day 1 of the #DailyNature Journal Prompt calendar.
It's #NationalPoetryDay in the UK; how could I not talk about Mary Oliver?
'Don't you imagine the leaves dream now?'
Write below what you think the leaves were dreaming of...
Were I a leaf, my dream
would be to remain dangling
in the freshets of wind,
brushing the currents of the air,
remaining green and fresh, not fallen and golden.
-- A Reply to A Song for Autumn, Mary Oliver
This month's 'A brief history of Bedfordshire in plants and animals' post focuses on the hedgehog. This was a really interesting one to research because it shows how and why our attitudes to wildlife can change.
If, like me, you're not averse to learning a new word in the morning, step into the trees' world in today's aural @theguardian.com country diary by @derekniemann.bsky.social.
Acabado, con sus defectos, que los tiene, me sigue pareciendo un imprescindible para los aficionados al #naturewriting, qué pena que no estén por aquí #lasdelosjardines del OldTwitter.
Fall(en) Finds
Soft green spiky Sweet Chestnuts,
Hard brown shiny Horse Chestnuts,
Tightly-closed brown Pinecones,
Black and white and grey Pigeon feathers,
Crunchy brown Beechmast,
And leaves of red and gold and brown.
Planning presents for December? I've got signed & stamped copies of Land Beneath the Waves, one of BBC Wildlife's Best Books of 2025, in hardback & paperback.
Ideal for anyone who loves #naturewriting, #landscape, #countrydiary & for those living with #chronicillness
30 September 2026 ~ chaplain.nyc/thoughts-for...
"...Liquid faith can mean receiving without possessing. I can learn from a tradition without claiming to represent it. I can practice something without having to adopt its entire worldview..."
returning like comets prediction,
the ignited evaporate for sleeps conviction.
Those green, turn crimson, before they go black,
It comforts me, to know, we all grow back.
🪶 Verse 3/3
#Autumn #Fall #NaturePoetry #Nature #NatureWriting #DailyNature #Leaf #Hibernate
crunching like salted crisps,
disintegrating to dusted whisps,
supernova of the forest -
🪶 Verse 2/3
#Autumn #Fall #NaturePoetry #Nature #NatureWriting #DailyNature #Leaf #Hibernate
The cloths of wet fires litter the ground,
burning away summer with barely a sound
I hang them like shirts to dry in the wind
only to return and find their colours thinned;
🪶 Verse 1/3
#Autumn #Fall #NaturePoetry #Nature #NatureWriting #DailyNature #Leaf #Hibernate
Making the landscape more resilient to extreme weather events caused by climate breakdown in today's @theguardian.com country diary by Alexandra Pearce-Broomhead.