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.
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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”
Starlight Rivers
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”
In Fading Light
Evenings in fading lightOf lilac hueA day stretched to fitThe tilting sphereThe fervent call of the blackbird Echoing choral joy in the skies.
Spring in abeyance
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.
Red Sky in Morning
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”
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”
My Devon Life 