With stealth the darkness creepsAnd seals the dayWith hardly a difference of Day from night;Ink black rooksFrom their roost Take flight,Circle, then return to theSame bare branchesSilhouetted againstThe soot grey sky;Wintery sleetFalls;The cold seepsThrough every gap;Even the log fireStruggles in the grate; There is no wind Just empty blackness.
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Hope, Light, Love and Rainbows
There’s always hope If we’re brave enough toFeel it;Light if we open our eyesTo reveal it;Love if we allow our hearts To receive itAnd tears(enough to fill the sea)To prove it.Jewels in plenty to redeemLife in all abundance awaits But patience awardsThose who wisdom haveWith knowledge thatWe are not alone.Together we press on.Remembering the rainbowContinue reading “Hope, Light, Love and Rainbows”
A Winter Paradox
A latent sun Which late had risen Seeping through the mistDissipated and weak in appreciation An embodiment Of apologetic proportion Lack lustre in warmthThrough which a murmurationOf starlings flew In laminar flow across The far western skyIn mesmerising contorted patternTheatrical synchronisationAbove the Slapton Line.
I dream in silver
In monochromeWinter depths In haunting monotonous roarOf the winter windI dreamOf the soughing treesTheir naked formWith fingered branches Protesting as they areBent lowAnd rain hammers downOn iron clad groundLike sparks fromThe farrier’s steelOn anvil Made as Headlamps light The dark road ahead A sparkling threadPerchance I dreamIn silver.
Hoar Frost
Through feathered leaves,sutured needles,Icy spines Under the astral sky, Dark fingers charm; Crystals, thick which interlock, Breathe superstition Into the night of Supersaturated air; The silhouette is manifest; It’s stature changed,Transformed to supernatural Spectral state.
Earth lays down her Mantle
Gripped within the jaws of bitter cold; Betwixt the Equinox of Winter and of Spring; When Earth her mantle, In frozen form lays down And leaden skies move across eastern soil ;The wind,afresh, tormentsThe slender trees;The door it rattlesAnd the signal comes;Steeled ,the weathervane turns anew;Precariously, it points to unknown sights The garden,hauntingly now isContinue reading “Earth lays down her Mantle”
Under an English Sky
In laminar flow the colours,Kaleidoscopic moveAcross the moorland ridge;Burnished bronzeAnd a torrid haze of strawUnites with cooler greensAs the leaden clouds give wayTo patches of powder blue And the world really doesAwaken to the promise Under an English Sky.
The difference of one Day
Beguiled by beautyThe transient winter’s mornWith hint of white streakedAcross a cyan sky The palette of the hedgerowSwapped for lichen covered Moorland rocksAnd sweeping viewsCandescent riseFrom aloft the mighty Granite tors.Air to breathe The warmth of sunRespite from rain.
Frost at Dawn
Uncertain,That time between shaded Dawn and morning, Nature, In frailty of perfection; Earth lays down on frosted ground Stillness and clarity To seduce the mind On distant viewsJust out of bounds Though view,restriction cannot hold Unchained It serves to sate the soul;Transient it embracesEphemeral white and laced Before transfigured it Resumes its green stained hue.Continue reading “Frost at Dawn”
Lighthouse
The strength of the beam Casts out darkness25 miles the light is cast Reassurance for those at seaEnduring constancy for us at home.
Ruth Partridge 