A ribbon of silkDrapes the foldsOf moorland slopesBreathtaking is a magenta glowEnding a day of gold. Because we face West and sit on the 300m contour, some of our sunsets are simply breathtaking.
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And so the Dragon sleeps
The dragon sleeps at set of sun Its silhouette outstretchedAgainst the moorland ridgeBurnt orange, smoked and flecked In fiery glowThis dragon’s breath That stills the eveningEnchants the airNo sword be drawn But rest.
Small Voice
While darkness shroudsThoughts are stirredDrifting in the subconscious Across the cerebral cortexOf fractured sleep;Awakened by silenceIt sates the soul;The world is stilled:It wears grey like a cloak.How vast it seemsWhen all is quiet;My voice,so small Within it.And as I write,A haunting soundMirrors my human’s Outward breath; A tawny owlCalls As the sky turns To petrolContinue reading “Small Voice”
Whippet Wisdom
breathing the air immersed in sight and sound a good day
Winter’s Vice
In silent stance the ice holds still,Branches stilled; Spiked shards fringe each boughin pearlescent white;Stiff snow cloaks mounds of earth,Each bearing tiny crested peaks and troughs defined by rivulets of soil;There’s a crunch beneath one’s feet:A footprint left,Of others too;Angular crossings over the land-Journeys made visibleFor all to see;A scent pervades in the the stillnessContinue reading “Winter’s Vice”
Wolf Moon
I think I can almost hear the wolf’s haunting cryAside the baleful cows’ lamentFrom the shaft of light On the old barn roof.The break of dawn aglowLights the moorland ridgeA soft yellow shimmers on the crestAnd yet I do not see;The sky a shimmering teal A tease of fantasy or tale.I lie and watch theContinue reading “Wolf Moon”
Positivity
Friendship outstays The hurrying flight of years And age abides throughLaughter and of tearsResilience strengthens The relentless tide of fears And love flows acrossThe rolling spheres. Have a wonderful day!
Light Under a Cloud
Like the tide running in The paint glides over the surface Twists are defined by one turn of the brush Deliberate and even Echoed above in the clouds And mirrored in the surface of the water Sharp lines and crisp edgesFollow contours and perspectiveThe tall masts of the wooden shipTower into the dark clouds TheContinue reading “Light Under a Cloud”
Amazed by Nature
Like the popping of a balloon,A cloudburst, A torrentLash of rainWhips the window,Ricocheting Glass on glass; The droplets pound.How can a drop,Held in the palm of the hand, With its fragile meniscus, Burst with such force?We bathe in its softness;The molecules slide over us;We sip it smoothly,Without harshness of swallowing.Replenished,Revived,sustained,Grass is greened.Paradox:Life giving,Life taking. DrenchedContinue reading “Amazed by Nature”
In Quietude
In quietude Day by day Change in subtlety stirs As textures fillAnd colours spill Before our eyes
