nature – My Devon Life

Earth Day – One Gift for All

The Earth has a pulse We are connected to itThis is our song

In the Garden- beneath our Feet

Hewn by worm castsAnd labouring forkSifted through the gardener’s hand The dampness lingers under ancient fernsYet to be unfurled;A primeval world ofSweet fungal sporesConnected to the dawn of timeOf process and precisionAnd small detail;Tiny seedlings pushing throughLifting crumbs and flakes of barkand stonesInconspicuousBut with power to change;Drawn from darkness To a world of light;A gentlenessWhereContinue reading “In the Garden- beneath our Feet”

Through the Window

Transient the grainy grey of Morning Slips unnoticed into view Shrillness carried on the ribbon of birdsongCuts through the grey bluish hue.Dense the mist in blanket formA shrouded cover to cloak the sodA distant measure all but hiddenEtched fingers of branches held aloft.

From the Forest Floor

Drawn on whispered breath Of windThe scent of pineOn upturned branchesCaressed by The sentimentOf a winter sunChanneling the Powder blueFunnel of sky.Spent leaves of AutumnSpun into Drifts ofGold carpetCrunchUnder soft feetStartling a wood pigeonBreaking the spell. When we escape the wind, mist and rain that we’ve had all day and venture North East 30 minsContinue reading “From the Forest Floor”

Twixt Land and Sea

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.

Quadrille ~ for a summer evening

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.

Through the Fog

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.

Evening Gate

Open, always openThe gate invites you in.

Bats

fleeting shadowsfigure of eightin moonlight flight

Earth’s shores

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”