Garden centre

It's funny what you find in the garden centre on the run up to the festive period. Today it was, of all things, a wooden red-nosed reindeer ... 'Wood-olf' perhaps?!


"as crows fly
in the dawn light
on the cold hill
the deer are running

the thud of their hooves
on the bed of the stream
is the drum that rocks
the roots of the birch
and the wind that shakes
the birch tree’s leaves

rain is their tribe song
rain is their robe

snow is the dust
of the bones of deer
falling to earth

and earth is the dark
deep silence of things
where you dream yourself
human, alive
watching the red deer running
on the wall of a cave"

(Chris Powici - Deer)