drizzle
the expectation evaporates
Written by Moonlight
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 field
Into 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 see
Our frailty exposed
To the wonders of the heavens;
Oh to rest awhile in quiet communion there
With the faintest of stars,
Trace satellites in orbit
Blink planets into view;
Looking up and beyond
To things we do not understand;
Trance ourselves away
Hold the moon in our hand
Bathe in the softness of its light.
Breath
Breath of wind
Over parched soil
Even in drought
Spirits lift
Flower jewels
Brief in display
Above silvered grasses
In the stillness of the night
Intoxicated with musky perfume
Watched over by the fullness of the harvest moon.
Sea Swim
A muted world
Beneath a canopy of blue
An infinity pool stretching
Over the curve of the world
Alone with nothing but the steady rise and fall of the waves
And sparkling shoals of silver fish.
Holiday ?
holiday
enjoying relaxation
building carbon footprint
Hmm it’s making me think. We have reduced all journeys this year and remained close to home. On Friday we travel to the other end of the country to swap one coastline for another. Even the geology crosses the country in the same way – Jurassic to Jurassic . What will be gained?
Through the Fog
Silent thoughts tumble
Evaporating on the fingers of the wind
The damp air enshrouds the world in white
The steady saturation of mist
Seeps through
The parched land
Cloaked from view
Filling the soul
Replenishing the spirit
Of the earth.
Dawn -On the breath of wind
Warm air gusts through the open window
Curtains billow
Listen to the soughing of the trees
Imagine the curled dried leaves
Falling
Still the rain does not come.
Whippet
Not written by me . Sums up our beautiful whippet Pepper.
Hiding the Story
The sky hides the story
Grey and resolute
Mist and wind
Belying the climate change.
Under darkness
Darkness deepens
The mind in starkness clarified
Thoughts spun, tumble-dried
The slightest sound is amplified
The world sleeps on.
Black turns to grey
And light though
Imperceptible
Outlines the clouds
And heavy shrouds
Silhouettes enshroud
In definition of approaching day.
Ruth Partridge 