24th March
A grey mist
On the face of the moor
And I’m lost
For a moment
Again
The skylarks are singing
A different song
Their sibilant syllables
Softened by cloud
And dulled
by grey distance
More like a whisper
Than love
But love, it can whisper
Its gossamer threads
Are stronger than irons
That anchor our ships
To the night
A brightness of lapwings
Is calling to me
As I ride with the wind
And into the light
And Im lost in the moment
When lost becomes found
#poetry
21st March
Soft into the spring
A gentle frost
Silvers the grasses
And the green hill beckons
In the blue
All my daffodill’d milestones
Are shining and glorious
And dancing to the music
Of the skylarked moss
Stonechats clicking
And twittering finches
Dazzle in gold
In the low early light
There’s a weight
To this lightness
A drawing of breath
Each twig on the oak
Loaded and ready
To sing to the spring
#poetry
20th March
A first day blessing
I’m bathed in the softness
And light from daffodils dancing
In their misty dream
A lamb is held gently
In the lea, and I
I’m at heavens gate
Where the light is thin
Leaving the hinterland
Between winter and spring
Buoyed by the spirits of fairies
And legends
And the stories we told
Before the fall of the bold.
The daffodils sing
In their lemon and gold.
There’s always a crack
Where the light gets in
I’m waiting there
And wondering.
#poetry
20th March
A first day blessing
I’m bathed in the softness
And light from daffodils dancing
In their misty dream
A lamb is held gently
In the lea, and I
I’m at heavens gate
Where the light is thin
Leaving the hinterland
Between winter and spring
Buoyed by the spirits of fairies
And legends
And the stories we told
Before the fall of the bold.
The daffodils sing
In their lemon and gold.
There’s always a crack
Where the light gets in
I’m waiting there
And wondering.
#poetry