Only a thin blue lineA hint of haze As fog puckers its surface; Smokescreen of view,Visceral changes manifest asBlurred shapes deep within a Cloud- born haze form Lines without ends, Fields, their boundaries lost inVanishing spectral light-Of A chain of promises broken; Drawn in are we or out Into a black and white world?
The sea churns With spun sugar-whipped foaming energy Fixing salt spray on the lips;The gull on the fingers of the windIs held in suspensionAs the waves roll and retreatLike the Tuppenny slot machine of the arcade,Relentlessly mechanical in motion: in and outDrawing the sand from the bed of the sea In a serge of reddishContinue reading “Stormy Seas”
Again the wind roars The rain lashes Across in straight lines The torment comes In the grey light of dawnA driven energy A pounding invasion Quietened are the birdsTaking refuge in the hedgeTheir songReplaced by the strengthened gustsGone is the gentleness of eveningThe rain driving in an angled veilIntensifies in rhythm of a snare drumContinue reading “Rain 2”
Steady and deliberate drops fall Patterning the surface of the soilIn stippled patternReleasing The intoxicating sweet smell of fungal spores Evocative of rare still nights The air hangs The sound mesmerisingIntensifyingThe garden in secrecy awaitsRefreshmentWithout tormentOf wind and storm. Tonight the soil will be replenishedThe plants nourishedNurtured with care.
Reason- there is no reasonWe cannot comprehend;Where there was certainty There lies a gaping hole-An emptiness too big to fill;Reason – there is no reason-We want to shout it out.We cry without sound.It’s too big,Our voice too small.Questions, but no answers Drift on the breath Of silence;But listen- On the wings of the dove PeaceContinue reading “When we are lost”
Golden,the final flourish underThe billowing stratus cloud,Captures a Midas touchAs if a net is castAnd the light is flung into spaceBy an almighty hand,Blessing the Earth in beautyAs pigeon and dove sit still, The cows again are silencedIn deepening shades of greenAs the wind from the East abates At the ending of the day.
Arrow of the geeseDirect in In squadron streamA grandeur befitting of the day A royal fly past in salute.
Transition from fells to Mountainside is stark; Suddenly the air is sharp-Sinking temperature;Silence – total silence;Gone the chatter of the larks Muted, the white dots of lambs far below,Simply the scuff of tread on stone, The crunch over stems of spent heatherAnd steady deliberate breath; As the angle changes And the mighty outlineOf sandstone rocksContinue reading “From Fell to Mountain”
Drawn to wander through a gate marked PRIVATE; Enticed to see what lies beyond;Curiously tempted isThe eye to what might be.
Descending down from lofty mountain grandeur Below the stark outline of the Dramatic ridge A verdant valleySoftened still by signs of Spring Unfurling leaves and thePlaintive call of lambs Flanked with green growth inPoignant urgency Beneath whichA slower pace is found;Concealed, The Woodland Secrets of Anemone and violetsCarpetMoss covered walls glistening with Beads of waterContinue reading “Coity Mawr”