Silvery grey
A strong wind
Blows from the west
Slows my progress.
Im on the edge of sunlight
A watery shadow
Moves before me
Stretching out
Over the wall
Over to where
The Curlews call
In soft whispers
To treasures
Hidden in buttercups
Rusty dock and sorrel
Skylarks are singing
Over the yarrow.
And time is flying
Hurtling headlong
Into mid-summer #poetry
And there I was
Complaining
about the strength of the wind
It being the end of May
And all,
And then I noticed
The lustrous leaves
Of my moorland oak
Reaching out to me
As if to say
We've been through worse
Together
I'm inspired
By the tenacity of tree
And the spirit
Of the heart of oak.
The Curlew calls
Her treasures home
And I fly
With the Swallows. #poetry
A grey morning
Dark, almost twilight,
On the very edges of things
The distance between now
And the beautiful days.
Absence and presence
Noticing not noticing
And there you are
As if from my dreams
Ghostlike and wandering
Wonder in your dark eyes
Floating silent and free
Over golden buttercups
And soft chervil tops
And I am with you
We're flying together
Far away
Over a distant meadow
No longer dreaming #poetry
Dark clouds sailing
Dark Rooks gathering
On muck-spread stubble
Little islands of sunshine
Light up the hills
In fortunate places
Always moving
Along with the breeze
And I know I'll be lucky
There's rain in the valley
But my way is clear
Skylarks flooding my head
With beautiful music
And my joy at the summit
A golden Curlew
Lit by the morning
So close I could touch her
On my own little island
Of silver sunlight. #poetry
This is beauty
A warm southerly
Like the breath of a lover
Leading me gently
To where I will go
Sweet air
Aniseed spiced
Fennel and chervil
Dandelion clocks
Shine between buttercups
Golden glowing
All along my going
Up to where skylarks
Whisper their prayers
In the cloisters of heaven
Echoing so clearly
in the so gentle quiet
Of a soft summer morning. #poetry
Three Curlew, a skylark
And a song without words
Both mournful
And triumphant
Floating
like a ship of dreams
Over the misty ocean.
Summer green
Brightens the morning
Chases the gloom away
And the pull of the hill
Is easing.
The air is full
Of the scent of the mow
But I'm up to my waist
In buttercups and lace
And deep in my heart
I know. #poetry
Utterly gorgeous
Cornflower blue
Cloudless
The softness of cool
On the summer breeze
May in her glory
Dancing in her joyful
golden fields
Hedgerows bright with
White lace shimmering
And heady
with the scents of spring
Hawthorns blush
With rosy tints
As deep within
The hidden wrens
tick like little clocks
Counting down the years. #poetry
Where is my delight
On a misty may morning?
Cattle amble over the meadow
from the morning milking shed
Quiet in their breathy wonder
At the silver grass.
Dewdrops shimmer
On Dandelion clocks
Damp fluff no time will measure
But quicksilver-lit,
they shine like stars.
What music can I hear?
Goldfinches twinkle
lighting the walls with glitter
And a Curlew sings
Her descending song
Down to the heath
And her treasure. #poetry
No future, no past,
Only the present moment
No view of distant hills
Or monuments
Most might say
the day is dull
But we choose how to see it.
The mile-long field
Glows golden in the grey
A million buttercups are singing
Lifting the larks to a golden sun
The single cornflower
Of the early spring
A bright blue galaxy
With new stars forming
None decaying
Bursting with light
And a gentle radiance
Lifting my heart
And lifting the Lapwing
Into the dance. #poetry
Warm and peaceful
An alabaster light
Softness and ease
Dandelion clocks
Stopped at one
And the world
Takes a breath.
I tasted the leaf
Of a milkmaid flower
And it was sweet and spicy
Honeyed air
All around me
This stillness is
Loaded with life
It's generous and giving
Singing with brightness
And skylarks rejoicing. #poetry
Late afternoon
Spring warmth
Fine rain
and misty tops
Petrichor in the air
And golden dandelions
Swoon with the weight
Of silver rain
Shining like the sun
The meadow throngs
Golden birds
Rise and fall
In whispering clouds
Of lovers glitter
And swallows swim
Against the sky
And with each other
Lovely spring
Dandelion sun
and golden plovers #poetry
There's a music
Coming from the mountain
In the tumble of the stream
And the rustling of the reeds
As a gentle springtime breeze
Unsettles silver waters
And the rattling silver birch
A brown hare
Dazzles from the heather
And disturbs a courting
Curlew pair
Away to the top of the sky
Rising, calling wildly
Each to the other
I Love you, love you #poetry
Theres silver blossom
In spindly trees
The other side
Of Lesser's wood
Daffodils are glowing
golden in the mist
All aligned
And swaying softly
in a south-westerly breeze
They always know
Where to look for the light
Even when the day is grey
And the fog lies heavy
On narrow shoulders #poetry
Even with the wind against you
Blowing you back
To where it thinks you belong
You are calm, and peaceful
Breathtaking in your presence
Utterly yourself.
Silent and glowing
Urgent and flowing
May I wait a while
And watch you going?
I feel soft wings
Silk against the rasping air
Ethereal light
Surrounding you
Gathers around you
You are all I can see
And you shine.
May all the spectres
of a troubled world receed
For this one moment
of golden, ghostly peace #poetry
There's a golden rim
To the cup of morning
And a furnace burns
To the east
A dark grey canvas
Is lit with ochre
The meadow sings
With a yellow glow
Black geese in silhouette
A living arrrowhead
Tears across the ragged sky
Charged by wind
and wild abandon
Calling with joy
As they fly. #poetry