High Noon until Sundown! The Sun takes to shining above high noon – against an azure blue sky, While the greys and purples of clotted cotton clouds – blow upon their bye! The House Martins weave their random patterns – … Continue reading →
The Sun it Oversleeps! Mottled is the sky in a laid back patchwork – the Sun it oversleeps, The Songbirds take their hush – to a chorus of Dove calls – the comfort that it keeps! The wheat fields ripen … Continue reading →
Drumanawen! The rain runs dry as we make our entrance – an ensemble for Solstice eve, Stretching from the east to the south a rainbow – that never seems to leave! Building a flame at the heart of the roundhouse … Continue reading →
The Onset of Sunset! With a stretching of the early eve – we partake the breath of freshest air, We reflect with the river as we cross the bridge – in the moment we are there! Around the bend we … Continue reading →
Mission Complete! And so we find our morning as we find our feet – awash with morning Sun, Stride for stride and with a peel of laughter – the journey has begun! The Cow Parsley lines the verges in drifts … Continue reading →
The Blackbirds Return! Busy are the nest builders – picking up their threads – with blue sky from wall to wall, Ring-neck Doves gather their dry grass and moss – while the songbirds sing their call! House Martin’s crisscross above … Continue reading →
The Island by the Lock! Taking in the smells that sail on the breeze – with a weaving of its flow, Its lick a push of touching – like invisible clouds – a caressing on the blow! The ripple rings … Continue reading →
Hammer Blow! With the rising of the Buzzard – I weave the morning through my day, Welcomed by the tide of yellow glory – wrapping around the hills that roll away! Greeted by the squeaks and the creaks of Hawthorn … Continue reading →
The Elemental Flow! The gentle amble of the river ramble – glistens in the brightest Sun, Running through the arches – where the trout they shade their run, Memory serves to ask a question – where the pathway takes its … Continue reading →
The Winds of Beltane! The rain in few to lots – of spits and spots – a welcome through the gate, The drips and drops – the starts and stops – are better earlier than late! There’s a forceful breeze … Continue reading →
