Settled, by Britta Benson

I love yarrow. Especially the various stages of going into seed. Fascinating plant. Weed? I suppose so. On my evening walk, I stopped and stopped again to look at the spent flowers and I thought, hey, someone needs to write a poem about yarrow. Here goes… Settled Evening walk, sun’s final path lined by commonContinue reading “Settled, by Britta Benson”

January Walk, by Britta Benson

This poem sums up my Sunday walk along the canal with my husband today and the sheer joy of mud. Here goes. January walk My scarf unravels, your hat sits squint as though asking a question. The path along the canal continues so painfully straight, holding hands feels wrong. You look at me, head tiltedContinue reading “January Walk, by Britta Benson”

Forth Road Bridge, by Britta Benson

I crossed the Forth Road Bridge today. For those of you unfamiliar with this bridge crossing the Forth in the East of Central Scotland, the structure is around 2500m long (about 1.5 miles). Crossing this bridge, from North Queensferry to South Queensferry and then back again is a popular local walk. Takes about an hourContinue reading “Forth Road Bridge, by Britta Benson”

Midwinter walk, by Britta Benson

Today marks the winter solstice, the shortest day. I’ve been trying to write about the shortest day for a good few hours now. It’s not happening. Not yet. Instead: Here’s a midwinter nature poem I would like to share with you. Midwinter walk Midwinter walk. My foot crunches the stories of a morning. Neatly layeredContinue reading “Midwinter walk, by Britta Benson”

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