Before I went into singing today, I stood by the Penryn River for a while and watched the water and the sunlight upon it.

The wind and rain have beaten down the dahlias but this one was saveable and here it is in all its glory.

It’s National Poetry Day today and I have a poem for you. The theme of the day is Counting.

What counts?

Well, I do, almost every night between two and three

counting backwards from one hundred and 

imagining each number in a different material

Rope numbers are thick and twisted,

embroidery silks are fine and gloriously coloured,

wool gets tangled and spider silk is almost too fine to see.

But what really counts

is love

and friendship

and care

and singing

and hugs 

and freshly laid eggs.