These are the dark days
We struggle to find the light
The low sky
Monochrome grey
Enveloping everything
Endless, wintering.
Flattened by the weight
Of two months wind
and two months rain.
Little wren,
Singing me your mighty song
From deep in the heart
Of the hawthorn hedge
I am out in clear air
And can see as far as forever
I'm feeling strong
And I hear your music
Even now
#CoSopoetry

Cold, grey and damp
There are geese calling
On the soaking meadow
Low cloud is hushing the hills.
Northeasterly air
moves over the moor
Pulling softly at the mist
Tearing it quietly,
like soft cotton pulled apart
A whisper of blue
Through a break in the cloud
A hint of rose
on the edge of the tear
And lightness threatens to arrive
#CoSopoetry

Twilight
Out on the other side
Of pale grey winters day,
Cold blows the drizzle
My breath is mist
And the mist is a shroud
Sitting light on the tips
of the blades of the mills
And the fieldfares rise
In a rowdy cloud
Falling over the meadow
I envy the Raven
Dark and proud
Hieing over to Stoodley
Untroubled by the cold
Or the weather.
#CoSopoetry

On the cusp of chilly dawn
The sky is a delight
Pink and crimson edges
To tall ship clouds
Frost-light glimmering
From dark stone walls
And rising rosy
from the shivering fields
The watcher watches
Electrifies the air
Flying low
Raising flocks
Of chuckling fieldfares
Undulating, insinuating
Alert, aware
And always one step ahead
#CoSopoetry

Caught up
in frosty silence
Entranced
By the beauty of stillness
And peace.
Even the crows are quiet
In these sacred hills
Mossy walls
Luxurious in velvet green,
A soft contrast to
stone hard ground
I notice my breath
In small clouds rising
Like incense
As I sing.
Friction unreliable
I'm losing my grip
Then finding it
On the thinnest ice.
#CoSopoetry

The epiphany sky
A bright glory of
Copper and bronze
A realisation
Of the wonder
of a winter morning
Crisp and clear
Frost crackles
Under my wheels
A Raven speaks
In low voice
At the pinnacle of the hill
The moor looks aflame
Under this burning sky
And a thousand geese
Make jagged edges
Sailing beyond their silvery wake
#CoSopoetry

Twelfth night and
I shall wear a foolish grin
Soft air is hushing, peace,
and I could hear a pin
drop,
I knew that I would find you in your wilds
Wide-eyed and staring back at me, you fly
Searching and returning
To find your joy, then lose it once again
What beauty, what grace in buoyant flight
So bright against the amber of the fen
Sail away beyond the spinning mills
Silent, gentle spirit of the hill
Stay with me, until the journey's end,
#CoSopoetry

A pink blush
to the southern sky
Time is flying
And I'm heading home.
I see the world
Through a curtain
of rosy mist
Clearing as I go.
Words spiral around my head
Like summer swallows
They won't be too long, now.
Which words shall I follow?
These, about the Kestrel
Hanging high above the haggard
The poetry of constant movement
And silent stillness.
#CoSopoetry

On days like these
At the beginning of a new year
When it's not too cold
And the air is still and silent
And the cloud has fallen
Like soft music
Around your ears
Dulling the noise
of tiresome machines
Leaving the way open
for freedom of thought
Out from the grey mist
May the spirit of the white bird
Of the timeless moor
Settle in your heart
And help you to know
How the wildness of your searching soul
Will lead you to find
The courage to be
at peace with the world
#CoSopoetry

Speaking with a dead hare
On the grey moor
Scare crows away
With quiet words
Gathered around
your wounded head
Leave me alone here
to remember.
Reaching out
Seeking something beyond
your mortal self
The faintest scent
Of summer
Of daisies and clover
And dancing like the ladies
Turned to stone
Patiently waiting
for the magic to return
As it always does.
#CoSopoetry

Fresh and bright
Green and golden
The world feels renewed
A waning shining half-moon
High and descending
A fragment
Of a rainbow's smile
Reminds me to be grateful
To be out in the quiet world
On a clear day
With clear air
Filling my lungs
When tall clouds
Shine golden
And the sky is blue
Out to where
the fieldfares chuckle
And white gulls cavort
On the windy edge.
#CoSopoetry

Just to say thanks to any and all who have read my poems this year, and particularly to those who have enjoyed them, boosted and commented. I'm very grateful.
Wishing a happy new year to all x

Kestrels are calling
High over the spindly wood
The winter sky is silver
Rooks fly close by
The hush of air
Rushing through their wings
Today the moor is glowing gold
Spectacular
Under brightening beams
Of silver light
Like the grey sails
Of ancient ships
Pale showers
Are blown down the valley
Curtains closing
On another year
#CoSopoetry

A symphony of grey and green
A southerly breeze
Holds me gently
Blows me up
the cold edge road
Easy going with the wind
And the white gulls are calling.
It's funny how
the wind blows stronger
When you turn to face it
And the rain
The was softer at your back
Blinds and stings
Black crows caw
Their raucous carol
They find their joy
Soaring the edge
As I speed down
Hiding my face from pain
#CoSopoetry

@Esther all is well thanks. Just need a new router and switch box for the internet🎅

Three million volts
Thundered down from heaven
And everything went dark
All of the rain
That has ever fallen
Fell on me last night
It felt like the end of days
Last night.
Today the storm has lost its power
Having taken all of mine
And my final hill
Is a blaze of amber
The whole of the sky
Is aflame
And the hovering Kestrel's chestnut wings
Are edged with burning gold.
#CoSopoetry

A strip of tin
Ripped from a roof
Rests in the road
Beside a blue sledge
There was wild weather
Last night.
I'm out in the early darkness
A bright-eyed blackbird
shuffling through rustling leaves
Like a magician
Pick a card
The wind picks one
And throws it skywards
Away to the east it goes
Where it lands, nobody knows
And I have another song
in my dreaming head
#CoSopoetry

Wet and cold
Torrents of mud-brown waters
Flowing against me as I climb
This south wind imposter
The north wind in disguise
A field full of thrushes
Rises as I pass
Dissipates into the mist
As if they were all just a dream.
I'm finding the crows
beautiful today
The way they fly
Long-fingered
Outstretched arms
Hugging the sky
Roughly
Embracing the wildness
of winter weather
In their element.
#CoSopoetry

A beautiful day
Cloudless, clear and blue
A cold wind from the north
Razor sharp light
Blazing low on the horizon.
Stings my eyes
Glittering the silver road
That is littered with stones
Like a silver river
I turn
To face the south
With the wind at my back
And a carol in my head
I speed like a falcon
Into the sun.
#CoSopoetry

Like magpies
They see the world
In black and white
But all of my sorrow
and and all of my joys
Are in my mind today
And ride beside me
In shades of grey
White cloud sits low
And heavy on the hill
But the wind is gentle
And soft-humming
through the wires
My Kestrel friend
Is perfectly suspended
In single-minded flow
There's a beautiful silver light
In the eastern sky
And I'm flying
#CoSopoetry