Walk the wild side Glitter glide through starlit skies Breathe the air onA crisp north chill Drink in the season take its fillGifted days and nightsEnchanted threads Spun silvered websTime spentTime givenIn equilibriumAutumn Equinox.
By Alfred Lord Tennyson. I have no words for today except those of one far more accomplished than me. For her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II . Sunset and evening starAnd one clear call for me!And May there be no moaning at the barWhen I put out to sea.But such a tide that moving seems asleep,TooContinue reading “Crossing the Bar”
Breakfast outside RegardlessSummer as taut as An elastic bandFully stretchedEeking outThe last hoursAlready there is change;How we have grown to fear it.The threads ofHalcyon days by sea or river Begin to sever their clarityAs memories mergeAnd leaves fall to the ground;Expectations out-way the reality.There’s a slight chillIn the airA soughing onThe fingers of the windCloudsContinue reading “The Last Breakfast”
Little town by the seaStretches the distance Of pebbles and sandstone Steep and precariousWhere once I walked;Now no more.Content though to watch Oblique wavesChurning the sand A roaring of the undertowPerpetual motion Pebble on pebble Sharp flint rounded and smoothedIn timeless pursuit Owning the beachTime ticks one hour or two My beach My memories HeldContinue reading “Little town by the Sea”
Time stops for nobodyWe can tell the time at a glance Even upside downThough not always in the mirror.Two years pastAn upturned watch face Confronted me from my childhood jewellery box I could not recollect it being mine It was almost discarded Tarnished Still the gold glinted and worth a look I turned it overContinue reading “Persistence of Memory”
Evening light drawn acrossPatchwork fieldsEdged in woven linesOf greenA chequered pattern Spanning the valleySheep graze silentlyOn the steep slopesBeneath the pastel skyPinks and mauvesTouching the hillsAlone in the stillnessOf a pastoral sceneUnchanged.
drizzlethe expectation evaporates
An aria in the sky awaits For the meteor shower,But bold is the moonlight Casting a pinkish hue,Silhouetting the bovine shapes In the fieldInto obscurity reminiscent of A biblical scene;The outline of the moors Defining a perfect backdrop;So still the night, The slightest movement heard;Chaotic the skies above,Yet we fail to seeOur frailty exposed ToContinue reading “Written by Moonlight”
Breath of wind Over parched soilEven in droughtSpirits liftFlower jewelsBrief in displayAbove silvered grassesIn the stillness of the nightIntoxicated with musky perfumeWatched over by the fullness of the harvest moon.
A muted world Beneath a canopy of blueAn infinity pool stretching Over the curve of the world Alone with nothing but the steady rise and fall of the wavesAnd sparkling shoals of silver fish.