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
Firework Joy
When starbursts earth to sky create
Spangled prisms light the dark
A myriad of memories
Rocket forth.
Sea Fury
Salt spray and raucous noise
In the face
Dogs bark to the wind
The waves ebb and flow
Drawn back, curled low
Churning the Old Devon Sandstone
Sucked from under the red stained cliffs;
Erosion in drifts;
Scars tell the story
The coast path’s moved
Again.
Drawn are we to
The pebbled shore,
The shelving beach,
The pounding waves,
Whipped up swell;
Faces to the wind we breathe the salt
Under the spell
All is well.
Haiku : News
insouciance of the wind
squall and shower
ensconced in climate change
Mountains of the Mind
One breath
Suspended
In the passage of time
Through millennia
Drawn
To be alive
Amidst all fragility
To be present
In the folding layers
To know
And to be fully known
To conjure beauty
In the greyness of the day
Transported to the
Mountains of the mind.
Ruth Partridge 