they flewinto the sunsetshepherding light
En Mass
En Mass
There is Music
Poised and waiting the walls creak
Squeezed by the cold
The silence thickens
With anticipation.
Cutting the void
Pierces a hollow faltering sound,
A fragile line
Which grows like a flame,
Wicking its way to the barrelled heights,
Filling the space
Harmonic and melodious.
Where once there were many
Just two fill the quire.
Something stirs.
Are the walls awakened once again?
Where are the ghosts?
There is no where to hide.
There is music once more.
Through her Eyes
Pepper’s first run off the lead on Dartmoor.
Fresh footed
Over grassy mounds
She steps lightly
Discovering the new;
Through her eyes
All is new,
The grass greener
The wide sky
The sharpness of the rock
Deep pools of water
Blackened by peat;
Energy bursts
Freedom is found
Return on the whistle
Side by side.
Advent tide
Flurries of sleet
Rainbows and sun
Slices of silver
Mirror the view
Golden the leaves
Silently drift
Downstream
On Advent tide.
Storm
a firing of the wind
from the north
early arrival
A walk where those have trod
To walk a route where those have trod
O’r hundreds of years or more
To place a foot upon rough worn stones
That have stood the test of time
Many a packhorse crossed this way
Many a storm has surged
And yet this bridge endureth all
And rightfully is preserved.
Climate Change
hollow words
echo in the hills
Climate change
Woodland walk
What a lovely autumnal day. With love from Blue and Ruthx
rides slice through orange
leaves crunch underfoot
focus sharpens
Paradox
faded blooms of summer
dramatic Autumn light
a paradox
Unfolding the Story – Haiku
a writer’s hand
unfolding the story
the fog lifts
Ruth Partridge 