30th March

A world-weary day
Battle scarred sky
In battleship grey
A northerly gale
Slings arrows at my face
And I’m stung
By blinding sleet
And springtime feels distant
Like a pale glow
That I used to know
Slowly now, slowly
Raise your game
The skylark is singing
Even in this unfriendly gale
She knows her glorious place
And takes it
With her song.
#poetry

29th March

New lambs
Hours old and bleating
Unsteady on their feet
Curlews call their soft arrival
This gentle nativity
A little Christmas
At Easter tide
And lovely music
stays with me
All the way along my ride
Even though the sky is grey
And it feels quite cold today.
We almost collided
The runner and I
She distracted in her red
And I with poems in my head
I stopped and she passed by
We bade each other a windy day
And each then took
Their separate way
She smiled
and said goodbye.
#poetry

28th March

A cold breeze
A willow-grey
and birch-white day
And the music of the land
Is bleating in the silver
And the green
I have lost myself
For a little while
In inward gaze
Searching for meaning
And an understanding
My heart a raven now
High up in the heavens
Like an emblem of love
So strong, she raises me
To dizzy heights
So dark,
She floods my sky with light
#poetry

27th March

Almost lost
In the almost mist
Feeling held
In the arms of the mountain
And the Curlew’s gentle kiss
Completely present
And the missing pieces
I replace with love
And this is good enough
This humble ordinary place
It’s moments of wildness
And little islands
Like this
Where we can build a life
And notice the beauty
Peeping through the mist
Like a little owl
Holed up in her wall
#poetry

26th March

I wonder does she know
Her own beauty
As well as I?
As I watch her tumble
In iridescent colours
In the cold blue, high
Over the trembling moss
They say a butterfly
Cannot see her own wings
and that beauty
Is sometimes only seen
From the outside in
This shining bird
My springtime friend
Calls to me
As she falls to me
And away to her love
She hies
Into the cobalt skies

#poetry