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…”
Radiance at end of day The earth she sighs In respite of a day of torrent Drawn by wind and swathes of rain The gauntlet laid down Mercurial glow Transcendent and jewelledDroplets fadeStream of light Under the sombre sky.
Fire crest Flame-thrower Streams ribbons Across the skyIn gold threaded tapestryA woven snakeskinA mackerel skyUnder silvered scalesThe winds of changeThe tide turnsThe gauntlet thrown down.
Under the mighty thundercloud warm air is drawn Yet the wind whips simultaneously From the rising wall of slate Steep and anviled, ominous is the beast And precise as the shutter closed,A grinding rumble from the depths of the grey was soundedLike a giant awakening;And so drawn am I toBeauty seen in the striking skies;ShieldingContinue reading “To Look Up”
Cloak of cloudMorphs into a storm dementorCauliflowered top and rising fast Thunderously blackened Drawn battle of the godsOminously stirredFringed edges sweep the skylineSwallowing the viewIn its furyInto a black and white world.
Again the wind roars The rain lashes Across in straight lines The torment comes In the grey light of dawnA driven energy A pounding invasion Quietened are the birdsTaking refuge in the hedgeTheir songReplaced by the strengthened gustsGone is the gentleness of eveningThe rain driving in an angled veilIntensifies in rhythm of a snare drumContinue reading “Rain 2”
Steady and deliberate drops fall Patterning the surface of the soilIn stippled patternReleasing The intoxicating sweet smell of fungal spores Evocative of rare still nights The air hangs The sound mesmerisingIntensifyingThe garden in secrecy awaitsRefreshmentWithout tormentOf wind and storm. Tonight the soil will be replenishedThe plants nourishedNurtured with care.
Twenty four hours Four-seasoned elements Wrestle withBanks of heavy cloudTraction a different rhythm Of snow flurries that sweep acrossBent rows of daffodils;A north wind pummels The naked branches of the ash;Winter defies with its iron claw And blossom falls from plum and thorn;The buzzard swoops low over the fields in a whitish hazeAnd disappears fromContinue reading “Four seasons of April”