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”
Twists turn The open road toNarrowed arteries between The fields Of gold and green Wild the hedgerows Exuberance outweighed Bow low Webs spun On threads of silver Span the bramble thornsBeads of berriesBlackened their stainOn the roadWhere fixed my gaze Intent on intervals Is drawn.
While life stays still Unbalanced A world keeps moving onBeauty masked in small thingsPaper thin petalsDance above a sea of stemsSoft pincushions of mossGlisten hugging the damp soilThe earthy smellOf renewal.
Shadows in the nightFlickers of a silent filmAcross the screen
The heat of the day dissipates To a heady mix of scent And enveloping blanket Of stillness Of creeping dampAs beads of dew form on the lawn;An owl hoots somewhere in the valleyThe answer not givenThe air hangs close tickling the cheek;Dry leaves break the silenceFalling to the groundFrom the oak, eager to shed itsContinue reading “As Summer Evenings slip into Night”
Rippled the line of a contour meets the skyDraws red to black, a thread of contrast in defining clarity Binding the heavens to the earth.Beside the fence those bovine forms Contemplative in reverential poseSynchronise the sweetened breathThat softly steams from their Swelling framesJoining the outlineBinding the heavens to the earth. Quiet their presence thereAnd quietContinue reading “Evening”
Fire crest Flame-thrower Streams ribbons Across the skyIn gold threaded tapestryA woven snakeskinA mackerel skyUnder silvered scalesThe winds of changeThe tide turnsThe gauntlet thrown down.
This has taken a while to perfect – it came from a walk last evening down a twisting lane and the size of this tree commanded such a presence over the valley. Speaking to our host, he tells me that he always greets this tree and wonders himself what the tree has witnessed over theContinue reading “The Mighty Oak”
The rides thinned and lightened;The majesty of trees revealedArched in height and statuesque form Devoid of weight from summer’s clothing;Below, the forest floorCarpeted with native daffodils and wood anemones bestowedA reverential cathedral A hallowed placePunctuated by choral notes Of the river as it tumbles From the moor to the sea.
A rush of air sucks breathFrom the lungsThe stride shortens Head lowers I dig deepPeppered by bullets Of shrapnel as hailStings the faceAnd skimsThe tops of the hedgesAnd turn intoThe sunken lane Where primroses hide Like Porcelain tea cupsOn rattling shelvesAnd acid celandineStands askewWith bent petals Made ragged by last night’s Storm Not yet spentVioletsContinue reading “Squally March Afternoon”