An iridescence tops spun waves Foaming on the shoreline;I am near blinded by the light Of the setting sun;Heaven’s halo Between the island and the shore;The warmth and depth of the Autumn starBrings heaven to earthIn proximity,This liminal placeTwixt land and sea.
Evening light drawn acrossPatchwork fieldsEdged in woven linesOf greenA chequered pattern Spanning the valleySheep graze silentlyOn the steep slopesBeneath the pastel skyPinks and mauvesTouching the hillsAlone in the stillnessOf a pastoral sceneUnchanged.
Silent thoughts tumble Evaporating on the fingers of the windThe damp air enshrouds the world in whiteThe steady saturation of mist Seeps throughThe parched landCloaked from viewFilling the soulReplenishing the spiritOf the earth.
Open, always openThe gate invites you in.
fleeting shadowsfigure of eightin moonlight flight
Earth’s shoresThose boundaries defined As sand slips silently awayNeither land nor sea A liminal placeShape shifting Where nothing is solidDraws like the gravitationalPull of the tideTo cast thoughts In anonymityTo the wavesYet closer in fragility ensconcedTo the emphemeral nature Of the spiritHeard by the cry of the gullAnd all of heaven above. Inspired by aContinue reading “Earth’s shores”
A river dips into oblivion Karstic it dissolves through limestoneForming glass- like windowsBeneath the groundStarlight rivers snake their wayA thousand metres beneath the soilLimestone itself is tidalSurging and dropping Unnoticed beneath our feetTo the pull of the moon. There is so much I do not know So much I do not understand So much IContinue reading “Starlight Rivers”
Evenings in fading lightOf lilac hueA day stretched to fitThe tilting sphereThe fervent call of the blackbird Echoing choral joy in the skies.
Winter holds the signs of spring in abeyanceDaffodils nod to the strengthening windCrocus makes no statement bound in straggly grass Snowdrops bow low tightened and ResoluteA fire is lit in the grate and Curtains drawn. Birdsong quietens awaiting the callIllusions of spring awaiting fulfilmentThe lion to lay down with theLamb.
The blush pink sky twists the forecastWrapping the clouds in ominous hueThere’s clarity in warningThe air is stillBirdsong is activeShrill cries of the blackbird cut throughToo sharp are the angulations of the fieldsCarving lines of clipped brown hedges with shards of goldAcid green are the fields Under the low winter sunTransient patterns About to changeContinue reading “Red Sky in Morning”