A butterfly day
Bright blue and shining
Meadow browns
delight in spirals
Their love twists skywards
Like smoke from a furnace
Up to the highest part
Of a perfect sky
I can see them dancing now.
And higher still
A Raven pair flies
Deep in their joy
Turning steep somersaults
Their love descending
In spirals together
Down to the sweetness
Of deep scented clover.
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Out into the soft grey
Of a rainy day
Summer sits softly
On the purple clover
Of overgrown byways
Fallen stars of
Golden buttercups
Light the fields
Like fallen stars
Shining through the mist
Drifts of pink cranesbill
Waving in the breeze
And a cloud of golden
Tinkling finches
Sprinkle glitter as they go
Over fields of white clover
Deep as winter snow
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Meadowsweet
and honeyed Elder
Perfumed summer
Gentle breeze
Rustling through
the papery birch
Wren song lingers
Long beyond
its thrilling edge
Cherries dangle
Little jewels
Dropping down
like crimson quavers
From a summer song
My head is full
Of spice and sweetness
And the softness of music
sounding low
from dew-dappled branches.
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How did it ever
Come to be?
A wasp, a tree
A lock, a key
And you, and me
Light drops softly
From the stars
As night walks gently
through the woods
And single notes
From hidden birds
Ring across
the tended lawns
I've heard the song
Of sweltering rains
Rushing through
the steaming glade
And far below
The ocean swells
And roars its lulling music
In return
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Last night
The strawberry moon
Lit the ocean silver
Strange birds
Made quiet music
And the air was shimmering
Today the sky is blue
And the ocean too
And all of the promise
of love in the morning
Is washing over
The rocks below
With a gentle rush
And filling my pools with longing
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Im high on the flow
With a gift of black rock
Floating.
Raging fire
and wild water meet
Lightning bolts
Electrify the air
A wild storm rages.
The sky and earth
And everything in between
Flowing
Alive with danger
A world full of risk
But the risk is the joy
Where hope springs eternal
Black sand,
My love
feels soft against my skin.
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A clay coloured thrush
Sings his aubade to the day
Each note dropping like a tear
The mountain stands silent
Watching over me
The plume of smoke
Rising from the top
A reminder
Everything changes
All of the time
But some things are timeless
And remain
Small birds are shining
They sing in the sun
They flitter and hum
There are jewels
Upon jewels
Upon jewels
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The Raven knows everything
About endings and beginnings
He's always there
At the gate
Waiting.
Do the Curlews know
There's something sacred
About the darkness of the day?
Spiralling up
Into the sky
Three white curlews
shining in the light.
Rising like white smoke
From a holy place
Singing to me
Hello
Goodbye.
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Softness and light
The pointillist
Paints the sky
A thousand dabs
of silver-white
Set before a silver sun
Veiled and dappled
Brightness tumbling down
A higher force
Is flowing.
Single notes
dropping from the sky
like silver rain
Skylark falling
Curlew calling
And a wall-tall snipe
Sings beauty to his mate
With a song
Of creaky bed-springs
In the night.
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Sing me a song
Of pink clover and buttercups
Sing me the song
Of the hillside in June
Fly with me
Out of bog cotton
And meadowsweet
Up to a sky-dream
Of cloudsilver blue
Give me the hills
And their tinkling waters
The scrub and the rushes
The fen and the flow
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I long for the wildness
Of unimproved pastures
Where butterflies flutter
And the brown hare lies low
Whisper me softly
In thyme and sweet clover
I'll make a soft pillow
To rest on, my love
And the world will keep turning
I will will keep yearning
For Skylarks and Curlews
And tall foxgloves
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Cold and clear
The air is trembling
And the breeze swirls
Silver spirals
In deep green fields
I'm keeping the company
Of three shining Curlew
Gliding down to where I am
Calling as they come
Angels alighting
To settle beside me
Calling my name
Brave and curious
At my breathless wonder
At a sacred moment
I turn to leave
They fly away
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All my summer flowers
Are hiding from the rain
A nest of vetch
Alight at the foot
Of my moorland oak
Somehow beautiful
Like a little song
In the night
I labour in thrall
To the dark west wind
All my thoughts
on struggle.
Notice the brightness
In the tinsel of a finch
And the weight is lifting
Swallows see the joy
And raise me
To the light.
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A wet wind
Blows from the west
A slow billow
Rolls across the hill
Tall grasses
Heavy in rain
Hushing silver
As I ride
A single ray of sunshine
Beaming down
An iridescent Lapwing,
Fragile in the light
Shining from the inside
With an emerald glow
Bright spirit
of the meadow
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Every day,
I watch,
You change,
Marking time
As I pass by,
Helping me to notice
The turning of the wheel.
Do you remember
The dark days
After gales
had robbed me,
And all that was left
Was my naked bones?
Now I see you shining.
I'll remember this day
You were dressed for summer
Lighting the air around you
With your smile
And I will hold you in my heart
This way.
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Three swallows
Dancing low
Over the rusty meadow they go
Like little gods
And, unlike me, today
Indefatigable
Messengers from another place
Heaven sent, perhaps
Inspiring
Swift
In their swept back wings
Even as a cold wind blows
These little lights are shining
Lifting the weight
Of any sadness
Changing my mind
As dark clouds dull
The summer sky.
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High on Arctic air
Bliss in the climbing
I fly with the Swifts
Cutting through
this summer chill
With rapid ease
And flickering
With energy
Finding joy in the blue
And the gold
and the silver of it all
Clover sweetens the meadow
In shades of magenta
And high on the hill
A small flock of greylag
Peeps over bright buttercups
And a Curlew descends
And sings her healing song
To my heart.
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Love
Like the Curlew on the wall
Guarding and waiting
Fragile and pale
As if her whole world
might fail
In fear of dark crows
Arriving like fate
Cut through the gloaming
Oh brave Curlew
How I love you
Your trembling call
And your rise and your fall
As you scatter the fateful crows
And return to your wall
And your treasure.
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Silvery grey
A strong wind
Blows from the west
Slows my progress.
Im on the edge of sunlight
A watery shadow
Moves before me
Stretching out
Over the wall
Over to where
The Curlews call
In soft whispers
To treasures
Hidden in buttercups
Rusty dock and sorrel
Skylarks are singing
Over the yarrow.
And time is flying
Hurtling headlong
Into mid-summer
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Beautiful
Warm and sunny
Cotton clouds
Blue and white
Skylark glory
Bunting on the moss
A Buzzard keening
On the hill
The air alive with
A buzzy hum
Fuzzy bees and
Zippy warblers
Furtling in the furze
And the geese
Are in their heavens
Flying line astern,
Travelling back
from their watery rest
Over the mountain
Out of the silvery west
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