It gives us joyTo look above To clearnessOf the blue A cloudless skyEarth’s mantleArches over With clarity of vista Drawn deep with searchingThe optic nerve seeks patternsThe wherewithal the heavensAnswers yet unknown Stretch endlessly awayOur vision finiteLost within the blueNo clouded markersNo cairns to mark the wayA thinness stretchedBefore usA wonder Of the beauty ofContinue reading “To Look Above”
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Sky on the Beach
The journey is interesting: trying to capture the light and the mood. The experimentation is seeing how colours respond to each other. Knowing when to stop is the hard part. I try to keep it free and use the photograph as a guide but invariably I get drawn too close sometimes. It’s missing the famousContinue reading “Sky on the Beach”
Haiku- Bigbury
liminal lineclouds float over mirrored sandspun cotton candy
See What a Morning
A veil Between the sky and moorland lineAn ephemeral Ever changing hue of soft pinks and creamTouches the earth with a gentleness Of morning which So rarely seen Belying the complexity we’ve seenThe rising sunDispels the cloudSee what a morningPerfect and true.
Easter Light in a Monochrome World
A world in monochrome;The moorland uplands stolen to the mist;There’s a chill in the air.British summertime;Official stance, but to achromatic striation The skies returnIn a blanket of greyAnd intermittent rain.My world needs light; Merge pascal flame And joyful song-Somehow.For this is how-Somehow The wrath of Godto God of loveTransformed and satisfied Casts the shroudDispels theContinue reading “Easter Light in a Monochrome World”
No going Back
There’s no going backTo smooth shape- shifting sand The ebb and flow A Light- hung shore There’s no going backTo the transient hazeThe stillness of morning Winter’s lightThere’s no going backThe moment is gone Captured by lensThe now became thenThere’s no going backBlank canvas to start Broad stroke of the brushShape- shifting lineThere’s no goingContinue reading “No going Back”
Winter Equinox
When winter casts her mantleAnd shrouds the weakest sunTrees with filigreed branchesSilhouette the barest groundA pinkish -grey envelopesCloud hangs thick beneath.
Lost in Candle Flame
Lost in the hypnotic Scented essence A lengthened wickFlickers high Drift into the warmth Comfort wraps A soft spun glow Tapers slowDream over thoughts Softened and stillNight subdues dayHopes return.
Morning Light
To cheer a dreary day.
Evening Light
I was drawn to this view – the perspective , the vanishing lines and the light.