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.
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”
Their Space, Our Space
Where we live Borrowed views Stretch the imagination;The thread of the lane over the hill, The upland ridge Or blanket of moorland fog;Always aware of our windswept ride And the light of the Western sky. Unique Is the position of our home;Though once those ancient stones Yielded No view,Sparing the inhabitants Of the prevailing windThatContinue reading “Their Space, Our Space”
In The Veil
The veil a lifting remnant isCloaks the valley far below Strength of wind And storm blown leaves Fall and scatter Drift like snowAll around tall planting fallenAutumnal feel the garden wearsLate summer stakes it’s claim of sunLast flush of colourLifts our cares
Under Storm Clouds
A storm cloud swells as heaven sighs Where ribbon of grey threads the skiesClouds are heavy,dense,opaqueIn shades of blue and streaks of slate.The light beneath a fleeting trace Entangled in the storm’s embraceIntense the green of fields belowA shifting patchwork all aglow. Contrasts illuminate and define In every brushstroke, mark and lineVeil of rain,intense inContinue reading “Under Storm Clouds”
Unseen
If I can stand a while in thought, and tranceThe clouds away to brighter clearer skies; Along the lane I’ll run and glimpse a passing glance Afforded in return a valuable surprise.The hedges tall ensconced with bramble, Sink sunken lanes devoid of any view;But every now and then like rhythmic punctuation rambles, A gateway lightsContinue reading “Unseen”
Faraway Lane
Undulating with twist and turnSnake like It stretches out beforeSteeply banked on either sideAfforded by An occasional glimpsePunctuating the lineAs gatewaysOpen Across the valley slopesSoft green and pastoralTo the filigreed trees on the Opposite ridgeBefore leaningOnce again Into the depths of the sunken world FootwornDark and closed Deep and secluded where air is stilled HiddenWithContinue reading “Faraway Lane”
Dawn is held
Pink the hueSteals the remnant Night slips awayBlackened forms of branchesCast sharp silhouettesAnd for a moment filigreed fingersHold the skyAs dawn is held As colours mergeTo bluish grey. https://www.threads.net/@slow_lane_art_and_garden_
