A litter of green leaves
Gale-blown, torn down
By last night's weather.
Grey clouds
heavy on the hill
Black crows hang
On the edge of the breeze
Loving its wildness
Hurl themselves up
From the tops
Of high trees
A moment of brighness
A watery sun
breaks open the sky
Lights golden lilies
By the rickety gate.
#CoSopoetry

Dark and windy
Westerly weather
Hushing round the sycamore
Rushing through the slender Ash
Hissing in the rushes
By the black, black lake
Raven, strong and stately
Flows into the wind
On the turbulent edge
Finding his way,
Like a dark insinuation
In the grey.
Merlin flickers like fire
On the rim of the hill
As startled Swallows
shriek their warnings,
A Heron, eyes wild,
Hunting for frogs
Spring-loaded with guile
Out on the splashy bogs
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Fresh
A low sky
Curtains of rain
Hiding my horizon
Clearing the air
A hunting Kestrel
Hovers high
Lifts me up
Reminds me not to worry
About little clouds
Of noisy pipits
Swallows have a field day
Hawking low above the green
And I can hear the music
Of a hundred wild geese rising
From the ruffled, shining lake.
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@Esther thank you so much

The sky above
The summit road is
Is grey and still
Giants hide behind
A shimmering mist
Swirling soft
Across the moor
A single Swallow
Weaves his way
Between the walls
Again and again
Again, again
If mills could spin
a silken thread
From silver mist
He could weave
A quilt of clouds
To bring soft dreams
I will weave one
With my pen.
#CoSopoetry

Where to look for beauty
When the world is shrouded
And joy is hidden
The sky is fallen
And beautiful owls
cannot fly
Hares,
have left their magic mantle
At their forms
And sit bedraggled
on the lawn.
There is silver on the grass
Yorkshire mist
From dewdrops rising
Drifts of daisies in the ditch
The tinkling of swallows
High above
In clearer airs.
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Fresh and bright
Powder blue and silver grey
All the small birds are singing
Meadow browns spiral down
To goldfinched thistle
and ragweed towers.
Little Owls on dark walls,
Golden eyes stare
A sleepy hare
Lies sleek and peaceful
On the green
And above it all
A mighty Raven
Black as coal
And shining.
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A moth to your flame
Entranced
By the way the light
Lights white through
Bright wings,
Scattering light
As light is scattered
By dewdropped silk
Over hawthorn in June
Or the light of the moon
On the ocean that night,
Or the sun through fine lace
By a window that looks
To another place
Another world.
I see a ghost
of my dreaming self
And I want to fly
Away to the hills
Beyond my knowing
Away to being.
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Down, to the ruins of another life
Where walls have fallen
A beautiful creature
Practises the art of silence
Not yet possessing
Quietness of flight
Stealth,
I'm transfixed,
bewitched by her beauty
And courageous failure
Knowing that today
Flow will find her,
Like yesterday's rains
In their crystal streams
2/2
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Yesterday's rains
Flow clear and cool
A peregrine pair
On a high high tower
Now set free
On an urgent gyre
Of spiral dances
Each inspires the other
To greater heights,
Greater peril
in their powerful falling
Down to the purple moor
Beyond where I can see.
1/2
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Battleship grey
An ironclad sky
Weeping water music
Trickles softly
Everything dripping,
Rowan-berries,
Birch and willow
Jewelled with silver
Drooping branches,
heavy-loaded,
No hiding from this rain
It seeps,
Through to the bones
A wild cleansing,
A prayer
A blessing,
A reminder of how it is,
To be alive
In a wild world.
#CoSopoetry

Swallows circling
Lime-green stubble-fields
Struggling against
A strong south-westerly
Singing in the wires
Drizzly mist
in silken sheets
Washes my face
as I climb
Little flocks,
Linnets, pipits perching
Holding tight to purple thistles
And the golden glow
Of goldenrod
Lights the grey morning.
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@Esther thank you for reading them and for liking them. I have not. Perhaps I should think about that 😊

Swallows fly
Against soft, damp westerlies
Hawking for insects
Brought up by the rain
Scouring the cattle fields
Twisting round ricks
In the baled-up meadow
The scent of woodsmoke
At the timber-yard
Ravens are high
In a brushed steel sky
Low calls echo
Over the loud moor
Where a thousand geese
Are gathered and waiting.
There's a wren-clock
ticking in the woodbine.
#CoSopoetry

A beautiful morning
Cotton wool and cobalt blue
A gentle breeze
Shimmering trees
White butterflies settle
On lilac thistles
Buntings sing
From silver reeds
The scent of a fox
Drifts on the hill
Like his ghost
A wise little owl
Sitting on a sign
Showing me the way
Being still and noticing.
#CoSopoetry

There was a moment
Just as the sun climbed
Over the edge
To light the dew-dropped grasses
Set to sparkle
like silver moonlight
on the ocean,
When I thought that
This was beauty.
Then you arrived
Like an angel
Soft in your wings
Light in your face
Silent,
Searching
In the clear air
Of a summer breeze
Just as I had hoped
You would.
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Something perfect
Each morning, a new prayer.
Silver light, bright and still
High snipe drumming
at the summit
Casting spells upon
Tremulous air
Joyful swallows streaming
By me as I ride
Young owls peering
From their mossy wall
Curious, and wide eyed.
A fellow traveller
A gentle man
Tells me a tale
How fortunate I am
To want to know the mysteries
And the wonder of the hare
#CoSopoetry

A summer soaking.
Long grasses hiding secrets
Pipit-flocks
Lit green
By the glow from below
Like little witches of the west
A leaping weasel
Trickles away
Evaporates into the ether
Gone.
A red legged partridge
Plays dead,
Then is resurrected.
And the king of the hares
Is bounding over silver rushes
Leaps over the threshold
Away to a different world
#CoSopoetry

The great drama unfolds
Over wild waters
A young Peregrine
Practices his stoop
Burning across the sky
Like a fire-arrow
Running amok
Over the rooky flock
Creating havoc.
Black crows scream
As they rise in chaos.
There's thunder in the stream
Flowing like boiling stout
Roaring around rocks,
Frothing and seething
There is no peace here today
The sky has fallen
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Summer rains
As I reach the bridge
More rain is coming
warm and welcome.
Brightening the green,
Filling rushing streams.
A little flock
Of golden birds
Fluttering like fairies
In the trees
Tall Meadowsweet
sweetens the breeze
And lilac scabious erupts,
Brighter than the flowering thistle
Dancing,
towering gaily over
Drifts of harebell,
betony and hearts-ease
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