A dog barksBefore true light;A greyish blue of nothing; A peppering of rain on the glass;The soughing windAnd familiar rattling of the slatesSignals of the day ahead.A fragile beauty in the a single note of Birdsong…Muffled but true.But no answer given.Battleship greyOf micaceous haematite,The sky’s hue lightensThrough the mistThe birds stay silentThe wind is stilledTheContinue reading “When Morning Comes Slowly”
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Night Manager
The outline of the giant’s backOutlines theSouthern moorThe first charcoal line ofLandscape drawnSeparation of land and sky;Feint is the contrast; Though a glow,flanks the far western edgeIllumination From a sleeping suburban sprawl Seen only on the darkest of nights. Defining so many shades of greyThat draws the eye.The stillness has depthAnd is rare upon ourContinue reading “Night Manager”
Whippet Wisdom
breathing the air immersed in sight and sound a good day
Winter’s Vice
In silent stance the ice holds still,Branches stilled; Spiked shards fringe each boughin pearlescent white;Stiff snow cloaks mounds of earth,Each bearing tiny crested peaks and troughs defined by rivulets of soil;There’s a crunch beneath one’s feet:A footprint left,Of others too;Angular crossings over the land-Journeys made visibleFor all to see;A scent pervades in the the stillnessContinue reading “Winter’s Vice”
Wolf Moon
I think I can almost hear the wolf’s haunting cryAside the baleful cows’ lamentFrom the shaft of light On the old barn roof.The break of dawn aglowLights the moorland ridgeA soft yellow shimmers on the crestAnd yet I do not see;The sky a shimmering teal A tease of fantasy or tale.I lie and watch theContinue reading “Wolf Moon”
Ode to the Blackbird
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”
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!
Ruth Partridge 