The four winds blow, Mustering yet more strengthIn rallying war cry Powerful and StrongSweeping over bent grassCombing and creasing the hillInto ripples of spun icing; Trees are rocked and spun in Forceful gyrations prizing Naked branches apart.Building and retreating in monumental fashionRelentless in accomplishment.Refusing to abate.All through the nightTo the cold blue-greyAnd a view.debris castContinue reading “Storm 3”
Most winter morningsThe cold blue light gives way to lightening skiesMost winter mornings the respite comesThis winter morning light flickersBefore extinguishingThrough a patchwork skyIn flickering array Cloud studded and ever movingLandscape of greyBuilding and growingSwelling to fill the wideness of Big skiesFingers of spent wind Clawing the branches of tired treesStark is the warning ofContinue reading “Most Winter Mornings”
a firing of the windfrom the northearly arrival
When to the eye the lens is set It is to anticipateThe grey- pink cloudIt’s signal knownThat robin and blackbird silenced are The Kaleidoscope is turned againGreens to bronzed outlinesClouds to yellowed smokeThen, preceded by a poignant pauseAll nature heldIt comes With forceIn deliberate pulseBeats in the rhythm of the day.
To run Is instinctive,The fresh air Coursing through; Finding energy Where first there is none;To tread the lanes As day is done;Though tired, to feel renewed,Spurred on by the towering clouds behind, The wind coursing in the pines Grey sky darkening Squeezing out the light; The onset of a stormy night.Yet invigorated, energised,With wind inContinue reading “Grey Sky darkening -Evening Run”
Creeping somewhere between Day and Night Clarity obscured but Strangely visible Sound there But audibly differentSenses dulled and cloudedSharpened by drips off treesBent stems flopped forwardFlower over flowerPetals strewn confetti On sodden grassAn absence of birdsGives way to a feeling of emptinessChanging states One path crosses another But the end cannot be seen.
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”
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 ?”
When I look across at Southwestern hillsThe sky is drawn- A grey line against white;A seam to divide and conquer;Furtive, are the calls of woodland birds That signal premature erasure of light;Here the winding woodland path Descends through dense and deepening foliageOf covert growth In near darknessThe grass here still wet;A heavy earthinessCloaks the airContinue reading “Of Watchful Eyes”
We were warned the forecast said …Yet there’s always a chance – a hope That they’re wrong; Weekends-Held high over five days of graftA goal pursued;Plans? Not really But garden themed-To be out in the light – free to choose, to plant or weed – Connect with the soilI don’t ask for sun – I’mContinue reading “We were warned the Forecast said…”