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”

The house which tells a family’s story

Is it the tread upon the staircase, steep, uneven,Recognition instinctive to the one which makes a sound? Is it a feeling of those who’ve trod the steps before Echoing times of joy and merriementin song?I think I hear conversations seeping through the wallsLike whispers that cocoon this ancient spaceSoftness with comfort lingers Suggests I slumberContinue reading “The house which tells a family’s story”

Where The River Meets the Sea

Consider the birds for they neither reap nor sow …. consider the lilies of the field how they grow; they neither toil or spin. Why worry ? Matt chp 6 So when I paint, I consider the beauty of what I see in all of nature and today I thought there is nothing grander orContinue reading “Where The River Meets the Sea”

Easter Light in a Monochrome World

A world in monochrome;The moorland uplands stolen to the mist;There’s a chill in the air.British summertime;Official stance, but to achromatic striation The skies returnIn a blanket of greyAnd intermittent rain.My world needs light; Merge pascal flame And joyful song-Somehow.For this is how-Somehow The wrath of Godto God of loveTransformed and satisfied Casts the shroudDispels theContinue reading “Easter Light in a Monochrome World”

In the Garden- beneath our Feet

Hewn by worm castsAnd labouring forkSifted through the gardener’s hand The dampness lingers under ancient fernsYet to be unfurled;A primeval world ofSweet fungal sporesConnected to the dawn of timeOf process and precisionAnd small detail;Tiny seedlings pushing throughLifting crumbs and flakes of barkand stonesInconspicuousBut with power to change;Drawn from darkness To a world of light;A gentlenessWhereContinue reading “In the Garden- beneath our Feet”

Written by Moonlight

An aria in the sky awaits For the meteor shower,But bold is the moonlight Casting a pinkish hue,Silhouetting the bovine shapes In the fieldInto obscurity reminiscent of A biblical scene;The outline of the moors Defining a perfect backdrop;So still the night, The slightest movement heard;Chaotic the skies above,Yet we fail to seeOur frailty exposed ToContinue reading “Written by Moonlight”