@Esther thanks so much for your message and for reading my posts 😊

At the tipping point
The deepest breath
The night most white
The very peak
of summer's powers
Springtime hope
Embodied in movement
Deep in the dock field
Thistles and buttercups
Where new Curlew
Weave gently round
tall grasses,
And now six swallows
scouring the timber yard
Where once
there were only two.
#CoSopoetry

Almost there,
At the top of the morning
Rain flecked air
Alive and humming
Snipe are drumming,
Over my head
Setting the air a-tremble
As the chestnut Kestrel
Watches.
A shivering hare
hunched long-eared, low,
Down in the silvered grass
By a calling Curlew
leading me
A merry dance
Away from her timid crew.
#CoSopoetry

@homebird very lovely this morning. The freshness after wild rain last night, and a beautiful short eared owl.

I wait by blue irises
In the scent of the mountain
On the very edge
Of heaven.
Fresh air
cleared by the rain
Curlew music echoes
From the walls of the ruin
And there you are
In your element
Gilded, and gliding
over peat hags
And tussocks
Sails like a Cutter
On reed-waved ocean
Rising and falling
On the swell of the hill.
#CoSopoetry

A new page
After the rain
Joy, and the scent of elder
A field day for
Lapwing throngs
Their little treasures scuttle
as a red grouse chuckles
At the other grouses wattle
My beautiful young hare
With sleepy eyes
Rests in her damp cool bed
of remembering
Wondering when
Her angel might visit again.
Curlews calling over the moss
The brightest of hopes
For the lost and the lonely
#CoSopoetry

A galaxy of stars
Shines from the ditch
Glows golden in spires
Each of their little hearts
burning like fire
Lighting the air
Illuminating swallows
Flying low on the road
A lonely Lapwing
Stands guard by his form
And I notice the absence
Of the mystical hare
His spirit is moving
over the moss
In wild Curlew music
#CoSopoetry

A magical morning
Cloudless and still
The bold little wren,
Sings out his mighty song
Deep in the heart
Of the blushing hawthorn
Swallows skim over
The docky red meadow
Gatekeepers, meadow browns
How do you know?
I'm bewitched by the hare
Lying low in the meadow
He shines like a dance
To the music of water
Or the light of the moon
On an ocean of snow.
#CoSopoetry

Bright blue and golden
Cool in the shade
Speckled woods
Fluttering
Gatekeepers demurely
Guarding their secrets
The pagan hare
With nostrils flaring
Low on the hill
Gold in the light
And amber eyes shining
Under the gaze
Of the liveried Lapwing
Dazzling the crows
in his crested sheen
#CoSopoetry

A clear sky
A cooling breeze
My moorland oak
In full leaf shining
A dozen Lapwing
On emerald pasture
Between the calling of the Curlew
and the music of the lark
Their treasure is whispering
Oh, Beautiful hare
Stay away from the light
Find your way
in the quiet of the night
This wild world
is a dangerous place
And even our gods
are mortal.
#CoSopoetry

My tender heart, my fragile love
I hope world is safe for you
I'll keep you from the hawks above
And pray the mythic hare will stay
To keep you safe while I'm away
And one day you will fly from me
And I will die and you'll be free
To sing your beauty to the sea
And in high mountains I will be
Far, far from toil and trouble.
2/2
#CoSopoetry

My love is in the green, green field
Amongst the buttercups and daisies
He hides by thistles' prickled tops
And when I sing, his calling stops
And when I fly, he hides away
To shaded glades he makes his way
To shelter by the elder.
1/2
#CoSopoetry

I stopped to wait
At the humming-bee tree
A pure white Hawthorn
Shimmering with music
Beside the wild white rose
Whose fragrance perfumes
The dew-sweet air
Swifts dart, high overhead
Yell their presence
with lusty joy
Distant Curlews call
And there, an amber hare
by the golden gorse
Sits proud and tall
Waits so I can see
Looks at me
With piercing eye
Then races away
To haunt my day
#CoSopoetry

Hazy, warm
White cloud boils on the horizon
Heavy air, thick and honeyed
Scents of elder and wild roses
Sweet Curlew music
Bubbles over the cotton.
I race down the hill
Under the Buzzard
And his dark shadow
I did not expect
To meet the reaper,
With his bright scythe
sharpened, measured, deliberate
Each stroke a soft breath
A gathering in.
A razors edge
We both smile
a knowing smile
And I pass by.
#CoSopoetry

A perfect day
In one kind of way
Though the meadows are parched
And the moss on the wall
Is tinder-dry
The tidal wave of springtime white
Breaks over the ditch full of ox-eyed gold
And tall spires of white foxgloves
Rolls over into the hawthorn blush
And the rust of early-summer dock
A buzzard Climbs from the edge
Spirals to the top
Of a roiling thermal
Where rooks wheel
in raucous parliament
#CoSopoetry

In the cool of the cloisters
Of old sacred spaces
Where Peregrines hunt from the towers
Theres joy to be found
When we stand in our ground
And we notice the trees and the flowers
There's a wild holy place
To be found where we meet
If we're humble and loving and giving
There'll be peace in the hearts
Of the beautiful swans
Who are beating their way
Down the river
#CoSopoetry

Find a place to stand
Wait a while
Beauty will find you
Like a golden hare
Sauntering down the track
To stop beside you
Minding you
So close to you
You can see her breathe.
Softly
Almost without you noticing
The air will resound
with wild music
You only need to believe
And it will happen.
#CoSopoetry

It is quiet this evening
Occasional Curlew calls
A southerly breeze
blowing me up the hill
I've made good time
Pushing on,
productive, maybe
Missing the point
Perhaps.
Tick tick tick
A click from my pedal
The sound of a wren in the wall
I notice the scent
of clover and broom
And the freshness of linen
Hung out to dry
#CoSopoetry

@danielbsmith thank you so much for your comment

A richness to this place
On a quiet morning
A brindled Owl
Floating down
A long looping glide
Over the field
to his wall.
I've a new place to stand
Up there
where the haunted Curlew
guard their treasures
Like ghosts in the buttercups
I do not envy
The trembling leveret
Pretending to hide
In short grasses
Vulnerable, beautiful
Safe in the gaze
of his mother.
#CoSopoetry