Reason- there is no reasonWe cannot comprehend;Where there was certainty There lies a gaping hole-An emptiness too big to fill;Reason – there is no reason-We want to shout it out.We cry without sound.It’s too big,Our voice too small.Questions, but no answers Drift on the breath Of silence;But listen- On the wings of the dove PeaceContinue reading “When we are lost”
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Storm
When the wind abatesEarth her claw relentsFrom pounding gusts That tear Wreck and havoc make Of plants torn from their rootsflattened Cast adrift Stricken vessels in the nightA spun whirlpool of debris flung Of shredded leaves and twigsAnd grasses arched like wavesFall limp in strands And spent;Listen to the noise Feel the shifting sandsThe poundingContinue reading “Storm”
Late Frost in May
The soft dust of icing In the valley Shrunken to the margins of the fieldsLaid down in stealth through the Darkened hoursA purple stillness whichLater to the sun will yieldAnd warmth will reign the day along For now the sky is powdery and cool The ground compact and hard.
Golden Flourish
Golden,the final flourish underThe billowing stratus cloud,Captures a Midas touchAs if a net is castAnd the light is flung into spaceBy an almighty hand,Blessing the Earth in beautyAs pigeon and dove sit still, The cows again are silencedIn deepening shades of greenAs the wind from the East abates At the ending of the day.
Over the Hedge
Arrow of the Geese
Arrow of the geeseDirect in In squadron streamA grandeur befitting of the day A royal fly past in salute.
From Fell to Mountain
Transition from fells to Mountainside is stark; Suddenly the air is sharp-Sinking temperature;Silence – total silence;Gone the chatter of the larks Muted, the white dots of lambs far below,Simply the scuff of tread on stone, The crunch over stems of spent heatherAnd steady deliberate breath; As the angle changes And the mighty outlineOf sandstone rocksContinue reading “From Fell to Mountain”
Find a Way
Even the most complicated labyrinth Can find a path If we can take a lead to find a way.
Drawn to Wander
Drawn to wander through a gate marked PRIVATE; Enticed to see what lies beyond;Curiously tempted isThe eye to what might be.
The Mighty Oak
This has taken a while to perfect – it came from a walk last evening down a twisting lane and the size of this tree commanded such a presence over the valley. Speaking to our host, he tells me that he always greets this tree and wonders himself what the tree has witnessed over theContinue reading “The Mighty Oak”
Ruth Partridge 