Eden Valley - April.
Between winter and spring
When neither snow falls
Nor one bird sings

By the river with rubbish, Lancaster
Left alone
In a silent, bare
Land of eye and ear.

Honeysuckle after rain.
Still,
A sound
A sight
Rises
Unannounced
From the up-reaching, barren
Branched trees

Calw, Black Forest
Eye and Ear
Found full
Then back again
To the day
Between winter and spring.
Jacks Poem.

Presents for Pilgrim
And so it is
and so it has been.
These past couple of weeks
since leaving the Eden Valley
- and that rock in the stream!

Full to brimming.
And dull dark dripping days.
Gardening, sewing,
Eating and talking.
- and passing on a tradition.

What an honour.

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