in the mist
scent of wood smoke
and damp grass
spicy inhalation of
wild fennel
where we pass
on the road
breathing deeply

the dog sniffs other things
stories on lamp-posts
and bushes
of who’s been where
and doing what

another walker leaves
a whiff of aftershave
and I wonder if
he’s on his way to her
or just leaving her

smell of diesel and manure
as we pass the cattle-yards
is it possible that
fear has a smell

and over all
the rich aroma
of the river

© Maureen Sudlow

It’s always misty when we go for our morning walks at the moment, but clears later into a beautiful day…


God is our refuge and our strength…therefore we will not fear.  There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God…God is in the midst of the city; it shall not be moved.

Psalm 46

The nations are in an uproar, the kingdoms totter…the God of Jacob is our refuge.

My prayers go out for all those who are being murdered for the sake of greed and power. Surely there has been enough killing…