6th June
Wet and windy
A fine rain falling
Owls are calling
From the wood
The moor is softened
By a pall of silver mist
It flows around the walls
And wraps itself around me
Like a shawl
And then she rises
To wake me from my dreaming
The spirit of the mountain
Becoming something
Out of nothing
And we’re dancing
to the music
Of the wind.
#poetry
4th June
Today I discovered
The beauty I was seeking
in the darkness and the damp
Of a drip-wet wood
A long eared owl
Her eyes aflame
Burn me
With a gaze
of amber-gold
As she sits beneath
Her leafy cowl
Transfixed was I
By her gentle presence
Noticing her stillness
The magnetism
of her patient gaze
The radiance of her colour
As we waited
In the rain
#poetry
2nd June
The moment of arrival
A shift in being
The air charged
With the rapt attention
Of love
And stillness
Everything held
Together
For a moment
in the vast emptiness
Of space
Like joy
Like something so precious
It transcends dimension
To become a knowing
A flow
The gift that is received
Far greater
Than the gift given
A memory
Remembered.
#poetry
1st June
June,
And last night’s moon
Was blue
And you,
Floating in silence
Over the moss
Beautiful
Wild and free
Be careful
Gently dance
In clear summer air
A silver morning,
Fare thee well
My love
Away to who knows where.
Oh Curlew, Curlew
Come to me
You call me by my name
Sing to me
Of freedom
Love and pain
31st May
A soft breeze gentle
Softly flowing, blowing
Silver silken filaments
of song thrush singing
Billowing out
in happy streams
From deep in the heart
Of the rustling sycamore
Catching light
Stopping time,
For just a moment
All of that weight
of the wild universe
Gently held
In music
#poetry
30th May
A blue day
Singing for a blue moon May
I heard the cheerful chaffinch say
I have a little secret
It needs to stay
Between you and me, my love
I’ll fly away
With the bold Cuckoo
And I’ll sing my song for you.
Lets rest beneath
the Maple tree
Humming with summer
Soft and deep
From her gently nectared heart
Full of the music
Of quiet birds
And loud with the happiness
of honey-bees
#poetry
29th May
A Red Kite
Floats
Like a boat
On an ocean
Over the kingfishers bridge
Beautiful messenger
Quiet in the morning
Telling me gentle
Those days
Are all over
Parsley and Campion
Comfrey and foxglove
Bluebells and buttercups
Soft purple clover
Lie me in daisies
And sing like the skylark
No more will I play
The wild rover
My love
#poetry