Our light sources may be different But we will all illuminate the earth.Shards of lightSplayed over greenJewels that spillAn iridescent sheen.Of soft dove callShrill robin tune Voices heard and Words unspokenBring the morning in.
My hands deep in the earth-Stained and wornWhere air is heavy and intense from spores released with rain;I watch fine droplets streaming down new leaves Arched over with weightAs fronds of fernsWith Prehistoric curlHang lowIn communion with Dog-toothed violet;Where faded primroses nodTo bluebells near purple in their Intoxicating intensity;The old fork is proppedReady to liftContinue reading “Observations in the Woodland Garden”
Beautiful afternoon for watching the beach and eating shellfish alfresco at the Winking Prawn . A postcard view within a snapshot But sit awhile and observe the flowTowards the shoreline Down and upExceptEyes skyward, a whippet follows a disc In predictable line of anticipated retrieval across the wet sandBreaking the mirrored surfaceAvoiding the flow CloudContinue reading “Observations on a Postcard”
Like the careful opening of a gift A secret beauty is revealedDay by day subtle changes stir As textures fill and colours popAmidst the tapestry of greenSherbert colours Open before our eyesYet we do not see the change A paradoxThe effect is clearerTransformational as Easter joy Miraculous by perfection and designResurrection and renewal of theContinue reading “Renewal”
fleeting shadowsfigure of eightin moonlight flight
Earth’s shoresThose boundaries defined As sand slips silently awayNeither land nor sea A liminal placeShape shifting Where nothing is solidDraws like the gravitationalPull of the tideTo cast thoughts In anonymityTo the wavesYet closer in fragility ensconcedTo the emphemeral nature Of the spiritHeard by the cry of the gullAnd all of heaven above. Inspired by aContinue reading “Earth’s shores”
technically Mosesdownloading a tabletfrom the cloud Saw this and couldn’t resist!
In thankfulness of my mother , grandmothers and great grandmother who have shaped who I am today .
A river dips into oblivion Karstic it dissolves through limestoneForming glass- like windowsBeneath the groundStarlight rivers snake their wayA thousand metres beneath the soilLimestone itself is tidalSurging and dropping Unnoticed beneath our feetTo the pull of the moon. There is so much I do not know So much I do not understand So much IContinue reading “Starlight Rivers”
dotted quaverscarried on the aira wake up call