Jan 29, 2010

Under the Greenwood

©Cindy Thomson

While the snow flies, I can dream about spring. I'm inspired by this ancient Celtic writer:

A hedge of trees surrounds me,
A blackbird's lay sings to me;
Above my lined booklet
The trilling birds chant to me,
In a grey mantle from the top of bushes
The cuckoo sings;
Verily--may the Lord shield me!--
Well do I write under the greenwood.

This and more can be found in my book, Celtic Wisdom.

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