When fog hangs over us , as so often it does on the 300 ft contour , why are we always surprised to find a different day as we drop down into the valley? Entrenched, enshroudedIn mist so thick The sun,obscured devoid of lightDarkened boughs hang lowUnder the rain -filled cloudLanes stain redAs mud leachesAndContinue reading “February Mist”
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Storm 3
The four winds blow, Mustering yet more strengthIn rallying war cry Powerful and StrongSweeping over bent grassCombing and creasing the hillInto ripples of spun icing; Trees are rocked and spun in Forceful gyrations prizing Naked branches apart.Building and retreating in monumental fashionRelentless in accomplishment.Refusing to abate.All through the nightTo the cold blue-greyAnd a view.debris castContinue reading “Storm 3”
Storm through the Night
All through the night – relentless and totally dark. Our 375 year house sits on a high ridge and it does feel like we are sometimes under siege . A gusting windExhales in bursts The rain Like knives spears the darkRicochets off ancient walls.To the keeper of the keys. The pulsating nightDrinks in thirstThe slatesVibrateContinue reading “Storm through the Night”
Through her Eyes
Pepper’s first run off the lead on Dartmoor. Fresh footedOver grassy moundsShe steps lightlyDiscovering the new;Through her eyesAll is new,The grass greener The wide skyThe sharpness of the rockDeep pools of waterBlackened by peat;Energy burstsFreedom is foundReturn on the whistle Side by side.
A walk where those have trod
To walk a route where those have trodO’r hundreds of years or moreTo place a foot upon rough worn stones That have stood the test of timeMany a packhorse crossed this wayMany a storm has surgedAnd yet this bridge endureth allAnd rightfully is preserved.
Woodland walk
What a lovely autumnal day. With love from Blue and Ruthx rides slice through orangeleaves crunch underfootfocus sharpens
Early Run – observations
SilhouettesAcross a pinkish glow Gulls their silent span Mist- a crease to top The new -ploughed fieldsSculpted,the moorland land Ribbons of white in reconfigured contours Smoothing the valley floor,Steaming silage Sweet the smellHunger after more Gold of arrow,vapour trailWhat view is theirs? What view I have! A glimpse of home Midst rolling hills Nestled inContinue reading “Early Run – observations”
Haiku- Autumn Evening Swim
waning lightI drift silently with the current
Cold Water
The river It lures Deep and clear.Poised on the rockIReach outTo point of no returnEyes fixed Caught intensity A moment suspended in timeLost in penetrating coldUntil rhythm is found To breathe againAnd submerged Warmth returns.
Wild Swimming x2 in two days
Cracking the mirrored surface Breaks the pictureTransiently; Breath sharpened,Mind focused- Drawn eye -level with nature Drawn to wonder To gaze upwards;The canopy of treesPlays The shaft of light;Damsel flies dance on the surfaceJewel dots of colour, Ripples in the water Pushing upstream For yardsSlow and rhythmic,Breath and stroke synchronisedUntil we are at one with natureMesmerisedContinue reading “Wild Swimming x2 in two days”
My Devon Life 