With stealth the darkness creepsAnd seals the dayWith hardly a difference of Day from night;Ink black rooksFrom their roost Take flight,Circle, then return to theSame bare branchesSilhouetted againstThe soot grey sky;Wintery sleetFalls;The cold seepsThrough every gap;Even the log fireStruggles in the grate; There is no wind Just empty blackness.
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I dream in silver
In monochromeWinter depths In haunting monotonous roarOf the winter windI dreamOf the soughing treesTheir naked formWith fingered branches Protesting as they areBent lowAnd rain hammers downOn iron clad groundLike sparks fromThe farrier’s steelOn anvil Made as Headlamps light The dark road ahead A sparkling threadPerchance I dreamIn silver.
Hoar Frost
Through feathered leaves,sutured needles,Icy spines Under the astral sky, Dark fingers charm; Crystals, thick which interlock, Breathe superstition Into the night of Supersaturated air; The silhouette is manifest; It’s stature changed,Transformed to supernatural Spectral state.
Earth lays down her Mantle
Gripped within the jaws of bitter cold; Betwixt the Equinox of Winter and of Spring; When Earth her mantle, In frozen form lays down And leaden skies move across eastern soil ;The wind,afresh, tormentsThe slender trees;The door it rattlesAnd the signal comes;Steeled ,the weathervane turns anew;Precariously, it points to unknown sights The garden,hauntingly now isContinue reading “Earth lays down her Mantle”
The difference of one Day
Beguiled by beautyThe transient winter’s mornWith hint of white streakedAcross a cyan sky The palette of the hedgerowSwapped for lichen covered Moorland rocksAnd sweeping viewsCandescent riseFrom aloft the mighty Granite tors.Air to breathe The warmth of sunRespite from rain.
Frost at Dawn
Uncertain,That time between shaded Dawn and morning, Nature, In frailty of perfection; Earth lays down on frosted ground Stillness and clarity To seduce the mind On distant viewsJust out of bounds Though view,restriction cannot hold Unchained It serves to sate the soul;Transient it embracesEphemeral white and laced Before transfigured it Resumes its green stained hue.Continue reading “Frost at Dawn”
Lighthouse
The strength of the beam Casts out darkness25 miles the light is cast Reassurance for those at seaEnduring constancy for us at home.
Dark Clouds
Dark clouds are the questionBut what of the answer?Into the unknownIn fear and sadnessIn isolation and incertitudeOverwhelmed by events Beyond our controlWe are fallingMoving in different directionsYet the world still spinsIn certaintyIn smooth rotationTo look ahead is to look above In One who order out of chaos broughtAnd place our trust.
Winter walk
A pale wintery light floods the bare furrowsAs earth drops her mantle Laid bare to North Eastern windsDark fingered branches Frame the scene And steal the unexpected glow Locking secrets beneath their bowsProtection offeredIn elemental fusionAs dry pine needles crunch beneath our bootsWe skim the forest edgeDeliberately To keep the light And security of forestContinue reading “Winter walk”
If ever there was a Robin
A well- rounded Robin if ever I did see Strong and confidentInsulated with downAnd astride the bushes a beacon be Of hope in times as these.
Ruth Partridge 