At the stirring of the birds in morning
As the world, its breath is held
When those murmurings are forming
And the monochrome is framed in gold.
The cows still sleep- their forms striated
Across the fields the colours merge
Before these words are scribed,the sky is rendered
Draws a curtain up to clarify the view.
Spring 2
Our light sources may be different But we will all illuminate the earth.
Shards of light
Splayed over green
Jewels that spill
An iridescent sheen.
Of soft dove call
Shrill robin tune
Voices heard and
Words unspoken
Bring the morning in.
Observations in the Woodland Garden
My hands deep in the earth-
Stained and worn
Where air is heavy and intense from spores released with rain;
I watch fine droplets streaming down new leaves
Arched over with weight
As fronds of ferns
With Prehistoric curl
Hang low
In communion with Dog-toothed violet;
Where faded primroses nod
To bluebells near purple in their
Intoxicating intensity;
The old fork is propped
Ready to lift the clods of soil
In time- worn fashion
In this ancient part of the garden.
Observations on a Postcard
Beautiful afternoon for watching the beach and eating shellfish alfresco at the Winking Prawn .
A postcard view within a snapshot
But sit awhile and observe the flow
Towards the shoreline
Down and up
Except
Eyes skyward, a whippet follows a disc
In predictable line of anticipated retrieval across the wet sand
Breaking the mirrored surface
Avoiding the flow
Cloud patterns sweep the shore
In laminar flow
As the water pools like a spill on the ground
And carefree children trace their
Route trailing bucket and spade
In grooves made by sand worms
To the water’s seamless edge
A liminal zone with little distinction
Before the paddle border takes the stage
And the whir of the speedboats in the bay.
Renewal
Like the careful opening of a gift
A secret beauty is revealed
Day by day subtle changes stir
As textures fill and colours pop
Amidst the tapestry of green
Sherbert colours
Open before our eyes
Yet we do not see the change
A paradox
The effect is clearer
Transformational as Easter joy
Miraculous by perfection and design
Resurrection and renewal of the earth.
Bats
fleeting shadows
figure of eight
in moonlight flight
Earth’s shores
Earth’s shores
Those boundaries defined
As sand slips silently away
Neither land nor sea
A liminal place
Shape shifting
Where nothing is solid
Draws like the gravitational
Pull of the tide
To cast thoughts
In anonymity
To the waves
Yet closer in fragility ensconced
To the emphemeral nature
Of the spirit
Heard by the cry of the gull
And all of heaven above.
Inspired by a line in the book I am reading .
Technically Moses
technically Moses
downloading a tablet
from the cloud
Saw this and couldn’t resist!
On Mothering Sunday
In thankfulness of my mother , grandmothers and great grandmother who have shaped who I am today .
Starlight Rivers
A river dips into oblivion
Karstic it dissolves through limestone
Forming glass- like windows
Beneath the ground
Starlight rivers snake their way
A thousand metres beneath the soil
Limestone itself is tidal
Surging and dropping
Unnoticed beneath our feet
To the pull of the moon.
There is so much I do not know
So much I do not understand
So much I do not question .
My Devon Life 