"Poems are like robins."

 Blackbird wings...

like fritillary leaves...

 lines in the sky....jet trails...sun burst.. and 

 telegraph wires and jet streams dissecting the clouds 

 above my front garden.

Wind flattened daffodils survive above the village...

and  newly opened in the sloping grass bank of my back garden.

More criss cross sky lines and garden daffodils...

and the line of the foot path I walk most days...laying down a habit track....

walk and feel the sky 

big above me....

walk in the tender green..

walk and feel better...

walk and go deep..

walk and forget...

walk and remember...

to love....

everything.

Brief sun lighting up bay laurel along the path opposite the village primary school...

 and brief sun lighting up grape hyacinth in the flower bed near the  liquid gas tank on the  driveway.

Back to fritillary wings.

I have been busy today.... with small things and loose ends.

Later I read a Robert Holden post where he says

Don't be too busy for your life - the one that is happening now.

I can't work out how to put a link to his blog, Shift Happens,

but he tells the story of taking a walk in Kew Gardens when he really didn't have time for it...sitting on a bench put there in memory of a friend of his who died ....being visited by a robin....and a rainbow...and ending up writing a couple of poems for his book.

He says,

Poems are like robins. They hop into your awareness when your mind is quiet and if you are not too busy for your life. 

Poems or any ideas or inspirations.

Sometimes I find it hard, even when I'm not too busy to let my mind be quiet. Even when I sit for a while after doing my yoga routine in the mornings my mind is always a spinning merry-go-round. 

Maybe it's walking and not sitting that helps poems to hop into my mind.

I know I had a very good idea about something when I was walking this afternoon.

But I can't recall what it was....