To Farmcote
To Farmcote The feel of the day, was a little glum on a long slow upward trudge, on a prehistoric track towards an ancient isolated small church. The monastery, now in ruins by the might of Henry the 8th, near … Continue reading →
Category Archives: The Moonlight Dance
A Bike Ride
A Bike Ride A distant speck now overhead—a cloud black without wind—to wend it on its way, till the truth of change—triumphed nothing remains the same— Listening in the quiet—riding in the breeze learn from the changing trees wise in … Continue reading →
Imbolc
Imbolc Black is not dark when laced with light clouds make shadows, Under the snow nothing remains the same flows exchanged in the cycle of seasons from sleep to a wave of awakening, Bridget the Goddess goads – gently wakes … Continue reading →
The Moon Wakes
The Moon Wakes What whim swore that the moon would meander on roll along in infinite space til it tired – trod away – in times too far away – for us to be aware that earth is not eternal, … Continue reading →
Sidmouth Sea Garden
Sidmouth Sea Garden Through strands of hair that glint lines of light, focus on a flurry of flowers, thistles near purpling by a fence wild barley bending unnoticed by passers-by, who never glance at the barley and sigh yet it … Continue reading →
The Cherry Tree
The Cherry Tree The Cherry Tree, “it will be beautiful when it blooms”. Noted daily a particular bunch of blossom. Then on a day in late April, on some of the tree, it blossomed. The rest followed, until there were … Continue reading →
Beginnings
Beginnings In frost and snow an invisible light sets ..go! Winter weeps behind Spring thats come, grows flowers that flow yellow over braes and banks, to dance leaves wrest from trees, make busky bushes rhubarb breaks ground to give again … Continue reading →
Hope
Hope Again Spring will be seenin trees and budding greensnowdrops lighten hearts with hope thatknows again the curving earth bringsdays to meander through, to pausein warmth to contemplate,and not be chased by cold, In peace with the abundant earthof trees … Continue reading →
The Cotswolds
The Cotswolds Dreams with droplets rise moving sparks and planes of light sun – warms in shelter still chill – through woods, Clues of spring, shoots – greens – blues are seen glimpse of deer – bound and disappear swooping … Continue reading →
Ombolec
Ombolec Black is not dark when laced with light clouds make shadows – mists sway over high-lit hills, But nothing remains the same under the cold and snow, flows exchanged in the cycle of seasons from sleep to a wave … Continue reading →