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Sky Pink
From along the ridge I saw through Swell Wood’s winter skeleton To the sun-bathed Levels Their rain-full grips and rhynes Fields; mirrors to the sky That held the pink tinge Of chilled noses Numb fingers Of frost-smoke breath Of the cold that will fall From behind the stars tonight . n.b. Grip: cut in the →
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January Hues
Sun-glinted branches Defiant winter displays Promise life follows . n.b. This part of Devon will be a sea of daffodils soon, with an array of other plants adding colourful splashes. CLP 19/01/2020 →
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Night Walker
Stepping through hedges Stands out in open fields Bellows for a mate . n.b. A stag calling through the moonlit night can be heard as he roams around the county looking for a hind. His movement can be easily tracked as he calls in one pasture then the next. CLP 17/01/2020 →
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Grate Full
Piled wood collapses Rattles iron log burner Startles lone sleeper . CLP 16/01/2020 →
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On Lunar Presence
Moon-rise lightens mood In midst of winter’s black heart Happy? Go, Lucky! . CLP 10/01/2020 →
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Nothing Matters (VIII)
Mountain wind howls, twists Sounds from thin air, draws spectres Dogs bark at the night . n.b. There is nothing out there, is there? . CLP 18/12/2019 →
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Cranes Fly
It was a call like crows But not those of crows Even on their most talkative days When whisked up by winds When they chitter and churr It was more musical than crows Deeper tones balanced by middle notes From behind the hedgerows Beyond the browned ancient oaks Low to the grey horizon A stretched →
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Moon Slip
Wearing little but a smile She slides off stage early this evening Generously leaving us The uncountable cosmic array With all the stars of the distant past And contemporary bright young things But this hurried exit is not what it seems The night threatens crystal clear cold And she doesn’t like bitter So she pursues →
Journey of Words 