A truer sound there’s noneThan the blackbird’s callCutting through the still airOf dawn. So pleased to see our migrant birdAppear We’ve missed the familiar Black gloved thrush A few miles agoAs south in search of food they fly. Who might our visitor be?He does not say,Save that I hopeHe’s a Swede or even FinnDrawn fromContinue reading “Ode to the Blackbird”
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Renewal
Today,after a very foggy start to the day, my Painting For Mindfulness Group explored the theme of renewal looking at leaves through Neurographic art. The bubbles represent water on the leaves – decay to new life through replenishment of the earth . Autumn wraps itself around the house In a blanket of whiteHolding it tightContinue reading “Renewal”
Their Space, Our Space
Where we live Borrowed views Stretch the imagination;The thread of the lane over the hill, The upland ridge Or blanket of moorland fog;Always aware of our windswept ride And the light of the Western sky. Unique Is the position of our home;Though once those ancient stones Yielded No view,Sparing the inhabitants Of the prevailing windThatContinue reading “Their Space, Our Space”
Rainbow of Promise
Inky skies set the moorland ridge alightDistinct ,defined, closerPerfect delight; Backdrop The stage is set Exit rightA clear sight; A wall of rain toBacklit sunSpiralling leaves in performance danceAutumn fun But the rainbow heldaboveWhere heaven meets the earthholds its promiseOf perfect love.
Positivity
Friendship outstays The hurrying flight of years And age abides throughLaughter and of tearsResilience strengthens The relentless tide of fears And love flows acrossThe rolling spheres. Have a wonderful day!
Light Under a Cloud
Like the tide running in The paint glides over the surface Twists are defined by one turn of the brush Deliberate and even Echoed above in the clouds And mirrored in the surface of the water Sharp lines and crisp edgesFollow contours and perspectiveThe tall masts of the wooden shipTower into the dark clouds TheContinue reading “Light Under a Cloud”
Amazed by Nature
Like the popping of a balloon,A cloudburst, A torrentLash of rainWhips the window,Ricocheting Glass on glass; The droplets pound.How can a drop,Held in the palm of the hand, With its fragile meniscus, Burst with such force?We bathe in its softness;The molecules slide over us;We sip it smoothly,Without harshness of swallowing.Replenished,Revived,sustained,Grass is greened.Paradox:Life giving,Life taking. DrenchedContinue reading “Amazed by Nature”
The house which tells a family’s story
Is it the tread upon the staircase, steep, uneven,Recognition instinctive to the one which makes a sound? Is it a feeling of those who’ve trod the steps before Echoing times of joy and merriementin song?I think I hear conversations seeping through the wallsLike whispers that cocoon this ancient spaceSoftness with comfort lingers Suggests I slumberContinue reading “The house which tells a family’s story”
In The Veil
The veil a lifting remnant isCloaks the valley far below Strength of wind And storm blown leaves Fall and scatter Drift like snowAll around tall planting fallenAutumnal feel the garden wearsLate summer stakes it’s claim of sunLast flush of colourLifts our cares
Storm – precursor or remnant?
A loud soughing in the treesWakes us earlyA storm precursor with Sudden intensity Straining branches which bend and rockLeaves are wrung out likeHandkerchiefs on the lineFallingMist cloakes- a wall of white The wind buffets the houseUntil a sudden stillnessAs it drops.The veil is lifting Then it starts overWith a lion’s roar.
Ruth Partridge 