It’s the time of year when birds are migrating, trees change colour as they stop storing sugar to begin their resting time. It’s also the season of storms, power-cuts, and other seasonal joys …
THE ANNUAL
I bend and hear
the reeds whisper 
of mallard and frog
of coot and wind
I crouch listen to
yet more news
they speak of rain
fog and swans
of low-flying geese
and quiet quail
no word of fear
anger or despair
only joys that come
to them each year
To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.
1960willowtree 
Good to have a more optimistic message. Antony >
Hi Antony, it’s a beautiful time of year indeed. Good to hear from you. Joanna