Arrow of the geeseDirect in In squadron streamA grandeur befitting of the day A royal fly past in salute.
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”
Even the most complicated labyrinth Can find a path If we can take a lead to find a way.
Drawn to wander through a gate marked PRIVATE; Enticed to see what lies beyond;Curiously tempted isThe eye to what might be.
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”
Descending down from lofty mountain grandeur Below the stark outline of the Dramatic ridge A verdant valleySoftened still by signs of Spring Unfurling leaves and thePlaintive call of lambs Flanked with green growth inPoignant urgency Beneath whichA slower pace is found;Concealed, The Woodland Secrets of Anemone and violetsCarpetMoss covered walls glistening with Beads of waterContinue reading “Coity Mawr”
Tranquility of a new day Cool rose light of dawnFresh breeze aloft an open window Running notes of birdsongCarried on the air; High up within ancient castellated walls ShelteredSerenity captures faded grandeurEnduring beautyIn the midst of time.
Your father and mine- A lifetime of memoriesA lifeline that threadsA storyThrough our lives; Fathers who set our paths and shaped them Selfless with loveEncouragement and wisdom,Rebuking our misdemeanoursFavouring honesty,Who gave us skills, who fashioned Our curiosity of ancestral roots;Sharing their love of the sea and river, Of rocks and moorland,Of stars and planetsAnd ofContinue reading “Fathers”
A call in the dark A familiar sound The cows went out last evening, Exuberant beyond all measure Overwhelmed by the spaceAnd the smell of spring grass;Like children Running and jumping Manoeuvring their giant frames In ungainly pursuit of jollityWith unconfined pleasureAfter a winter in the barn; Tonight unease- Calling into the night RestlessIn needContinue reading “A familiar Sound”