Love Amidst the soundOf birdsong In the absence of breezeA warmth in the air A reprieve of the East wind Rising the sap Starbursts of colourAs crocus opensPearl white the snowdrops As the sun kissedThe mist away.Two eggs in the nest boxIt’s Valentines Day.
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Snowdrops
dark days-splash of whitethe resilience of snowdrops hope on the horizon
No turning back
the time appointedring out the old, ring in the new no turning back
Haiku 2023
the light of a candle is transferred to anotherthe year turns
Sonnet – For the Turn of the Year
For the turn of the year,the time is nigh;The earth on its axis will spin its course Amidst a storm deluge out of the sky;The raging flood rivers running full force.Sheep hug the hedge at the edge of the field;The gale so relentless,branches are bowed;Nature is silenced its armour to wield;The ground is sodden whereContinue reading “Sonnet – For the Turn of the Year”
Deep is the Night
Deep is the night Obsidian blackEnveloping allSilent is the windPlacid quietudeSlumbering breathCalm are the thoughtsEchoing memoriesTracing the stars
The Year Turns
The year turns And so the memories haunt The space betweenThe festivities and twinkling lightsWhispering to be heardIntricately woven on gossamer threadsStranded through timeGrasped in the depthsFalling lowTo whispers of loveAnd soft tears that fallTo be lovedTo be fully knownEmmanuelGod with usToday and every day.
A Winter Tale
She sees you as you are through a misted lens of winter Through a torment of sadnesslike spun shards of iceAs the darkness holds the earthBefore the ferns unfurlThe nodding snowdrop heads Bow in reverence and poise.While nature holds the beauty A stain is etched upon her earth The world is wrought with sadnessThe winterContinue reading “A Winter Tale”
Discover
Stagnancy steals timeMake the most of each momentBreak out of the shell – Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy The post Discover appeared first on Grace of the … Discover Saw this – so very true
From Night to This
So often awake at 4am to which I pen a few lines in the darkness – watching , always watching as the eye becomes accustomed to the dark . It is only then that I realise that dark has many forms and colours . Night vision is so depleted in us of the modern world.Continue reading “From Night to This”
Ruth Partridge 