A Petrol sky etched with pinkish hue; The muffled cockerel cry; A hazy outline of moorland ridge; The first calls of a thrush imbue. Recumbent cows with their faces alight; Shards from the eastern sun; A lone calf wanders, stirring the herd; Sharp cry of a blackbird in flight. Conspicuous by its reddish form, A deer runs back and forth. Green juxtaposed against the golden grass The hedge-lined fields adorn. A gifted morning, a savoured treat So often going unseen; A hidden world- a rhythmic pattern; Apposed lives chancing to meet. Ruth Partridge
No turning back
the time appointed
ring out the old, ring in the new
no turning back
Haiku 2023
the light of a candle
is transferred to another
the 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 where the huntsmen rode.
Day turns to night with darkness secluding;
Lanes are deep flooded, vehicles are strewn
Still it rains on all routes occluding;
Lights of the cottage replacing the moon.
Flames in the firelight thoughts quietly revered
And so we’ll ring in the bells of New Year.
Deep is the Night
Deep is the night
Obsidian black
Enveloping all
Silent is the wind
Placid quietude
Slumbering breath
Calm are the thoughts
Echoing memories
Tracing the stars
The Year Turns
The year turns
And so the memories haunt
The space between
The festivities and twinkling lights
Whispering to be heard
Intricately woven on gossamer threads
Stranded through time
Grasped in the depths
Falling low
To whispers of love
And soft tears that fall
To be loved
To be fully known
Emmanuel
God with us
Today and every day.
Discover

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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. To watch from then until dawn can be a magical time.
Stripped back to black and white
Gone is the west wind
Engulfed in a monochrome veil
Beyond the rectangle of light.
A black line in the steely grey
Strong is the moorland ridge
A changing etching palette
As the hours stretch on to day.
Sure as rhythms in turn unfold
Clarity of early frost
Draw shapes and forms into focus
Sun lit rays, a thread of gold.
Into the darkness
bullets of rain
ricochet into the darkness
somewhere along the A38
location is vague
drawn am I to the
side of the road
for familiar landmarks
headlights halo
and stream white light
at odd angles
Juxtaposed
The road is liquid
obsidian
Into oblivion
Twixt Land and Sea

An iridescence tops spun waves
Foaming on the shoreline;
I am near blinded by the light
Of the setting sun;
Heaven’s halo
Between the island and the shore;
The warmth and depth of the
Autumn star
Brings heaven to earth
In proximity,
This liminal place
Twixt land and sea.
The World Spins – until?
Cuckoo
My world so small
Wrapped in sack cloth
As it spirals out of control
Into a picture too big to resize
The planet spins
Climate into oblivion
As politicians spew
Meaningless
Rounded vowels
Airborne like
Spindrift
A broken record-
Of rubbish stacked up on the streets
Ambulances in queues
What is the collective noun
For 15 of them- I wonder?
72 hours for a bed-
What NHS?
Energy we can’t afford
Energy we may not have
Empty supermarket shelves
And half the lighting
Thoughts are squirrelled in ringlets
As a mighty tsunami starts to build
We see the cracks
But no one heeds the message
Instead they argue
They fight
And the worlds spins on
Until…