On the Edge of Summer

On the Edge of Summer

On the edge of summer, the green wanes and the wind is quiet. Time for the autumn’s fiery pageant to salsa her dazzling colours across the land – auburn, amber, golden yellow Before her routine is complete. Stillness throws down his thread-bare, cold edged cloak. Waiting decay creeps into her joints and sits unravelling summer’s [...]

What is it that the Birds know?

What is it that the Birds know?

The darkness of a winter morning, Two months round the sun before daylight The wise birds sing their spring lullaby. One and a half hours of darkness must shift For light to be our evening companion. In patient emptiness the trees draw Their fingers across a grey, slate sky, But the birds know, they are [...]

When Winter returns her jealous cry

When Winter returns her jealous cry

"I have returned!" the winter cries. With stormy gales and wind blown skies. Her simmering jealousy explodes Her revenge released as she foretold. "Betrayed have I been by your desire For rich fruitful earth and summer fire. No matter! I will encase you with ice and frost Till summer’s memory is all but lost. Restrained [...]

Just Before the Trees Sing 

Just Before the Trees Sing 

Just before the trees sing, The world is colourless grey, Only invigorated by dappled Sun’s rays Just before the trees sing The forest orchestra makes ready, Over chill blue skies, thin bows held upright, steady! Just before the trees sing The Spring conductor raps a gentle beat Buds, blossom, nesting birds begin to feel the […]

The Quietness of Snow

The Quietness of Snow

Simplicity coating the world with a delicate breath, White clean brightness Filled with an infinite microscopic jewel of complexity. Floating and light and ephemeral and gentle. A bringer of child like joy. There is something magical about a world transformed by snow isn't there? Today I have spent my time wandering up in the woods [...]

The Returning Cry of Winter

The Returning Cry of Winter

   “I have returned!” the Winter cries. With stormy gales and wind blown skies. Her simmering jealousy explodes Her revenge released as she foretold. “Betrayed have I been, by your desire For rich fruitful earth and summer fire. No matter! Encase you will I in ice and frost, Till summer’s memory, is all but lost. [...]