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”
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Evening
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 Crested Sky
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.
The Mighty Oak
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”
Woodland Wonder
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.
Squally March Afternoon
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”
Haiku :So shy are the Doves
So shy are the dovesCloud- soft and gently watchfulWith bright beaded eyes.
Snow Moon
Snow- white she risesResplendent and poisedQueen of the heavensJewel of the sky.Haloed and frostedSilent and boldHunger moon knownBy tribes long ago.This ancient of spectres Storm moon and Chaste Known by our ancestors.Ghost white and laced.
Subtle Change
Tightly wrapped From sight AmidstA world preoccupied Beneath leaden skies and rainA sense of stealth prevails In the darknessAcross a slightly lengthened dayA stirring The pallid canvas is being alteredWith strokes of greenA snowdrop carpet covers the soilSmudge of yellow stain marks early daffodilsSubtlety in detail There was no announcement made.Not fully light And theContinue reading “Subtle Change”
Tanka: Pack Cells with Joy
Pack your cells with joy Strip off all of winter’s slothEmbrace the new day Celebrate the patch of blue Breathe deep and embrace the light. Posted for Frank Tasonne’s Haika challenge
My Devon Life 