Bird-watching and grief

I love watching birds. We can just see the hills of the Staffordshire Moorlands from our upstairs windows, and there’s a big country park across the road, plus we are literally on the edge of the town and the countryside then leads into the Peak District National Park. So there should be lots of birds…

The poetry of grief

Grief, like the love that underlies it, is so often the inspiration for poems. Poetry is art in words. Just a few words can say so very much. Poetry may come from our own soul, or we might find someone else’s poem expresses our thoughts and feelings better than we can. I wrote a lot…