Oriental Plane 

By Diana WebbLeatherhead, Surrey, UK It towers above the park this tree . An ancient haven with countless generations of birds to its name.  It teems with wildlife down through its roots. Painters have painted it, poets penned poems on it, children danced and sang round the girth of its trunk.  Now there are plans for this space with a landmark. High rise tower blocks. Multi-story car park. Big hotel. Lots and lots and lots of concrete which will always resound with the multi-wave echo of the crash of a tree.  layered picnic rugwith shade of myriad summerswe shake out the tears

As Einstein would say 

By Diana WebbLeatherhead, Surrey, UK She is walking back from the supermarket, bag weighed down by difficult choices, when in the day's last rays she sees it. empty snail shell caked with soil the relic  Some go to great pains, she recalls, to stop these small land gastropods from underfoot death, by moving them away from pedestrian paths. This one exited naturally, protective architecture unshattered. tick in the boxbetween her fingertips a miracle  The creature left its home for her to contemplate under the roof of her own small home on the patch they shared in their mutual home planet earth. silver trace one gleam of…

From a Sphere

By Diana WebbLeatherhead, Surrey, UK Sylvie is doing her English homework.  She skims through 'Ode to a Nightingale' by the poet John Keats and reads the final line aloud, " ' Fled is that music - Do I wake or sleep?' " She reads it again and again. She loves the poet's voice and writes a haiku: echoes just echoes notes from a dream  Her mother tells her the writer from the Romantic movement stayed for a few days near their home, just over a hundred years ago.  While there, he wrote in a letter that he could take part in the…

For Breath

I thank you God.  For even one to disadvantage others,please forgive me, God.  With every one I praise you immanent in all creation, God. For all who wish to animate our planet well, i ask your help oh God,And that includes myself. flit of a bird through morning prayers.a sigh of wings  Diana Web - Leatherhead, Surrey, UK