When everything is hidden
And shrouded in mist
When invisible crows
Scream murder,
This little hill
Does something to the wind
Something about the way
The air moves around it
Over it, though it
Between it and the next
So that here, just here
Just beyond the top
As I begin to drop
The sky turns to silver
The air is clear
The fields are green
And the monsters in my head
I can see them now
for what they really are.
#CoSopoetry

A cold east wind
Catches my breath
Tightening my chest
I'm wheezing through drizzle
I can see the breeze
Flowing in grey waves
Curdling the showers
That pass like ghosts
over miry meadows
Yellowed hedges
Wiry grasses
Dark, dripping stones
And into my bones.
Sparrows chatter
By the new-made paddock
Where two white horses
Stand steaming and bedraggled
They look at me,
and laugh.
#CoSopoetry

Back in damp thick fog
A wind from the east
Swings soft and cold
over the wilds
And the water
A little cloud
Of Starlings wings
Makes a little murmur
Swirling up
Towards the wire
Noisy gulls scream at me
In teeming rain
There's steam rising
from my jacket
And my world is misty
High above
Two Ravens sing
I hope the air is clear for them
And that they can see for miles
#CoSopoetry

A beautiful autumn morning
Fresh and clear
A golden sun
Sets a fire in the sky
Bronze, red and silver
Lights the amber beech-wood
That is noisy with Rooks
And sets the ochre moor aglow
The wind makes soft music
Rustling through the reeds
And grey geese call gently,
High above.
There's a linnet singing
In the golden gorse
His little song is wild and free
#CoSopoetry

The cherry tree is bright in spring
Singing white with blossom
A gallant ship, in full sail flying.
Her summer branches
Sweet with fruit,
Hide behind a sea of leaf
In summer breezes sighing.
Today, her leaves are all ablaze
Aflame with amber, red and gold
An offering to the autumn gods
A gift to carry through the cold
#CoSopoetry

White air
A dark kind of brighness
Everything draped
in a cloud-woven shroud
Of heavy mist
Amber fires are burning
In hawthorn and birch
As I pass close by
The wild moor sings softly
In the still air
Moaning through the stones
Of damp dark walls.
Five fieldfares emerge
Then dissolve
Like the beauty
Of a berceuse
Lightness and darkness
Happy and sad
#CoSopoetry

Thick fog
Like treacle
Sticks to the sides
Twisting and swirling
Soft in its stillness
Oozing from walls.
I'm not really here
There's no-one to be
I pretend I am flying
No-one can see
I'm free.
I power my way
To the top of the hill
To the gruff of the grouse
And the clank of the mill
And the scent of the moss
And the damp of the ditch
Then home,
For a nice cup of tea
#CoSopoetry

This is beauty
Soft cloud in pillows
Nestling in the valleys
Down below
Blue sky above
Clear and cold
I can see for miles
A golden sun
An echo of spring
Stoodleys monument to folly
Bleak
Against a shimmering sky
The music of wilderness
Dark Raven, deep and low
Wild Geese flying high
Calling as they go.
#CoSopoetry

Everything tends towards chaos
The moor slides gently
Down the road
Littered with pebbles
And slicked with mud
Last night's deluge
Set loose a small part
Of my hill
The mist thickens
By the twisted oak.
I can hear the geese
Their wings like heartbeats
Pushing through the air
Like the wild blood
Coursing through my veins
I know where I am going
I can see where I have been.
#CoSopoetry

Fragile
Out in thick fog
Inadequately lit
Vulnerability
Noisy shadows
pass before me
Behind me
Around me
The flapping of crows
The creaking of mills
Twisting in mist
Distant geese call
I ride in a world
Devoid of colour
I see only the walls
Closing me in
But I hear the music
Of wide open spaces
And I feel it
In my bones.
#CoSopoetry

Glorious and bright
Cold and golden.
A silver mist
Just enough to soften the light
A silver frost
Glimmering meadows
My road is gilded
Shining bright
I salute the blinding sun
Blinking and weeping
From the sharp edge of the air
Showers of tiny birds
Tinkling in flight
My skin is tingling
The pure air of a brisk autumn morning
Fills my heart
And I'm flying too
#CoSopoetry

The bins were out at a hoolie last night
Some didn't make it home
They lie on their sides
With their mouths open wide
Asleep, agog, alone
A weakened Ash
Torn apart by the wild rage
of last nights wind
Limbs lie scattered
On the storm-littered road
It's still today
And calm,
Powder blue and silver
Fieldfares chuckle
As they light
on the blood red Rowan
And a Raven
Turns somersaults
High on the edge
#CoSopoetry

Only the gulls and my heart
Are dancing, this morning
A howling day
The moor is a wild ocean
And I'm out in the grey.
Hard rain and its brutal
I wondered
If you were there
My beauty,
Floating over the mire.
The cruel illusion of hope
A white paper bag
held by the gale
For a beautiful moment
Then snagged on the wire
limp and flapping.
My legs and cheeks
Battered and sizzling
But my heart is full
And I'm bright
With the fire
Of Babet.
#CoSopoetry

@PowerpuffGeezer I am not sure it's lazy! I think its part of the whole point. I think you probably do too😊

I love the idea of writing going wild once you set it free into the world.

@PowerpuffGeezer yes. Exactly that. Imagination best left within the gift of the reader, perhaps.

@PowerpuffGeezer absolutely no apology required. Thanks for reading my poems and thinking about them. That is a gift and a real privilege for me.

@PowerpuffGeezer that is exactly what I try to do 😊

@PowerpuffGeezer I wake. I was lost in thoughts, and in the music in my head, and found myself by the gate, where I have seen the barn owl a few times lately.

Ethereal light
A low sun
Low cloud
A soft blanket of thin mist
Soft on the hills
Green and gold are the valleys
The fields look lit from within
For a moment
I'm lost in thought
Blown like a soft cloud
Wherever you want
A meandering river
Wherever you're going
I wake by the gate
Of the magical place.
I waited for you,
but you did not come
#CoSopoetry

Blustery
South-easterly
Chilly
Darks skies
Occasional glimmers
From a silvery sun
Coarse magpies
Snicker and snee
Over spilled blood
'Till the Raven
Claims dominion,
Scolding the gossips
As he alights.
A moment of wonder
As grace wanders
over the road
Bathed in brightness
She bounds away
Racing,
Over the walls
Over the meadow
Into the golden woods.
#CoSopoetry