SilhouettesAcross a pinkish glow Gulls their silent span Mist- a crease to top The new -ploughed fieldsSculpted,the moorland land Ribbons of white in reconfigured contours Smoothing the valley floor,Steaming silage Sweet the smellHunger after more Gold of arrow,vapour trailWhat view is theirs? What view I have! A glimpse of home Midst rolling hills Nestled inContinue reading “Early Run – observations”
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Hanging on to Summer
The rain we drove through on our way to the coast almost made us turn back. Today ( for the first time ) we wore coats and heavy spots caused us to make a swift retreat to the car. Squally showers, rainbows and dramatic cloud all day. sun beneath cloudautumn’s arrival with a vengeance wipeContinue reading “Hanging on to Summer”
The Only Run in Weeks
Twists turn The open road toNarrowed arteries between The fields Of gold and green Wild the hedgerows Exuberance outweighed Bow low Webs spun On threads of silver Span the bramble thornsBeads of berriesBlackened their stainOn the roadWhere fixed my gaze Intent on intervals Is drawn.
First view for a Sight Hound
We looked mad arriving at the car park in thick fog and not taking coats. At the bottom of the mile long track we could hear the sea but not see it – that’s how dense the fog was. Pepper was so interested and surprised by what she could hear and feel – then theContinue reading “First view for a Sight Hound”
And Falling
Shower after shower circles these shores Sweeps over the moorsFlattening the brackenSheep shelter for coverSkylarks stop singing New streams are filling Dancing down the slopesRedefining the mapShimmering against the purple heather Green growth is abundantBut flowers faded have fallenLeaf strewn lawns traversed by molluscs not humansAnd the wind chases the cloudsEver strengtheningRaindrops keep growing inContinue reading “And Falling”
Night Watch Privilege
Night Through hours past midnightStretches timeUnusually dark and moonless The air holds its breathThrough drawn fingers of spent wind Total silence is layeredLike black is to whiteTo the stillnessThe ticking of the watchPulsation synchronised To heartbeatThe breath of the cows slow and warmThe distant horn of the lighthouse 25 miles outStrangeness its rhythmThese things whichContinue reading “Night Watch Privilege”
Was it lightning ?
The light flickers behind my closed lids It’s hard to know if it’s lightning So used we are to recrudescences of screens At the beginning of the dayShould I check the phone(www.realtimelightning.org)?But the air is thick and intense And the soughing rush of the treesSignals air whipped up under the heavy cloudAnd the sky aContinue reading “Was it lightning ?”
The Garden in June
It’s been a strange Spring . May was wet, cold and stormy which wrecked early growth – even the trees have had to sport new leaves. The broad beans were destroyed but the warmth in June has seen a huge catch up especially brought with heavy showers last week. Now the days are really hotContinue reading “The Garden in June”
To be Out Early
Shafts of light filter through open treesDainty beads of colourOf dew-spangled jewelsThread through the bank,Winding a tapestry; Silence is Held on the breath of the windUntil murmurs and shuffles In the henhouse are heard And the spell is broken By a sharp blackbird call. Out early with whippet puppy – there are advantages – feelingContinue reading “To be Out Early”
Abandonment to Garden
Like Socrates,tread I barefoot on the ground Drink deeply, elixir of the soil Strengthened by every grain imbibedConnections rooted deeply from the coreThe elemental smell of rain- freed earthy spores that cleanse and heal;A living substrate made for growthIn simplicity, softly drawn withinWhere we, with nature, seemingly at one Are held,Protected by the earth andContinue reading “Abandonment to Garden”
