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.
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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”
And Falling
Shower after shower circles these shores Sweeps over the moorsFlattening the brackenSheep shelter for coverSkylarks stop singing New streams are filling Dancing down the slopesRedefining the mapShimmering against the purple heather Green growth is abundantBut flowers faded have fallenLeaf strewn lawns traversed by molluscs not humansAnd the wind chases the cloudsEver strengtheningRaindrops keep growing inContinue reading “And Falling”
Radiance at end of Day
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 jewelledDroplets fadeStream of light Under the sombre sky.
On the Western Sky
Cloak of cloudMorphs into a storm dementorCauliflowered top and rising fast Thunderously blackened Drawn battle of the godsOminously stirredFringed edges sweep the skylineSwallowing the viewIn its furyInto a black and white world.
Golden Flourish
Golden,the final flourish underThe billowing stratus cloud,Captures a Midas touchAs if a net is castAnd the light is flung into spaceBy an almighty hand,Blessing the Earth in beautyAs pigeon and dove sit still, The cows again are silencedIn deepening shades of greenAs the wind from the East abates At the ending of the day.
Ruth Partridge 