Radiance at end of day
The earth she sighs
In respite of a day of torrent
Drawn by wind and swathes of rain
The gauntlet laid down
Mercurial glow
Transcendent and jewelled
Droplets fade
Stream of light
Under the sombre sky.
Radiance at end of Day
Driven from the Sky
Driven from the sky,the midsummer sun
Under the deep stratus line
Belying the date of
Midsummer Equinox-
The longest day and a latent heat
As the jet- stream dips
A cooling air and veil of rain
Descends
And a sombre view prevails
To tune of the steady drip and
Splashes on the pond
And sodden grass
The die is cast
For the summer lot.
Thread of Silver
A single thread of silver paints the cheek
Of summers lost
And voices gone forever.
Laced with tension, a light-split droplet
Earth is quenched and so the soul
Connects with source all
That links the past and to the future grows.
Replenished, fed and nurtured- watered
Strong and to the light defined.
Life in all abundance granted;
A single thread of silver
Draws the eye - a painted picture
Beautifies the greyness of the day.
Entanglement of Summer’s Night
Olfactory sense alert:
Drawn by honeysuckle
Entangled
Night scented stocks
Mingled on the air
Still and damp
Without light to confuse the senses
As dusk steals in
Slowly;
It’s late at 10pm to walk the lane-
Quiet and hallowed,
The hoot of an owl-
A call without reciprocity
Hangs on the breath
Of
Air;
A resonance
That draws
Me in to the hidden world
Of a summer’s night.
Fire Crested Sky
Fire crest
Flame-thrower
Streams ribbons
Across the sky
In gold threaded tapestry
A woven snakeskin
A mackerel sky
Under silvered scales
The winds of change
The tide turns
The gauntlet thrown down.
The Garden in June
New puppy – Pepper 
New swing seat 
The top border 
Flowers from the garden 
The new greenhouse 
Broad beans catching up after May storms
It’s been a strange Spring . May was wet, cold and stormy which wrecked early growth – even the trees have had to sport new leaves. The broad beans were destroyed but the warmth in June has seen a huge catch up especially brought with heavy showers last week. Now the days are really hot and sunny and how the borders have grown. The red of the poppies is stunning.
We bought a new swing seat at bargain price and it’s perfect for a bit of afternoon shade . It compliments the arrival of the greenhouse which is a slate grey. I am just beginning to use it properly this weekend ,now that the automatic windows are operational and shading is attached. I feel very lucky – but this is a garden that deserves it- and the rewards are great.
Through Fog which Deepens
we can can see The weather of ‘Great Expectations’ fame
Lingers;
That mist envelopimg shrouds the land
The trees with branches silhouetted
In the gloom weighed down
And sough a muffled sound
Through fog which deepens
And dulls the fingered trees
As I protected by the glass
Can see a gloom
Impenetrable and deep
To end the day
A dampened air to cloak the earth
Anon.
Short and to the Point
Drizzle and the cold
A walk short and to the point
Return to bed.
Ebb of Sunlight
Ebb of sunlight
Lost from dawn
Rolling blanket
Grey returns.
To be Out Early
Shafts of light filter through open trees
Dainty beads of colour
Of dew-spangled jewels
Thread through the bank,
Winding a tapestry;
Silence is
Held on the breath of the wind
Until murmurs and shuffles
In the henhouse are heard
And the spell is broken
By a sharp blackbird call.
Out early with whippet puppy – there are advantages – feeling blessed.
Ruth Partridge 