A brutal wind
to ride against
A solid wall
of wild, wild air
Thick and heavy
It blows right through you
Following closely
The contour of the hill
Coming from everywhere
And from nowhere
Comes the Curlews song
Rolling over the howling air
Grounding me
Holding me tight
In the wildness.
#CoSopoetry

I'm ten feet tall
And my heart is bursting
The air is full
Of Curlew song
And my skylark sings
To the morning sky
The mist is lifting
And I can see
more clearly
Geese high
Over the meadow
Moving faster
Than the speed of trust
They just take a risk
And fly.
#CoSopoetry

A dense fog
Like smoke in winter
Everything muffled
and smothered
Heaps of mucky rubble
Looming at the roadside
A sure sign
Of trouble
At the crossroads
I wonder where the magic is
As I'm rising through the mist
But I know that she's beside me
Flying low and calling
Even though I cannot see her
Saying my name gently in the mist
Then the whole sky
Is alive with music
Curlew, Curlew
Reminding me of you.
#CoSopoetry

I am not frightened
by this mist
It is not cold and hard
Or dangerous
It is soft and forgiving
Separating me
from the wild world
And welcoming me in
To a wilder one
The larks rejoice
in clear air above me
I can feel the sun
in their silver song
And for a moment
I am there with my Curlew
Calling gentle,
flying low
Over my misty
moorland home
#CoSopoetry

Evening light
Streaming from the west
As the sun sets behind Stoodley
Golden and glorious
It's warm and springlike
Oystercatchers are calling
And Pheasants
are out in great number
Grazing.
New lambs on the flying field
Unsteady and nervous
Bursting with life
And the earliest daffodils
Are smiling back at the sun.
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Sapphire blue and golden
Crystal ice twinkling from branches
Shimmering road
I feel the warmth
Of sun on my thighs
Cloudless
The music of skylarks
Falls from the heavens
Tinkling down like
A charm or a spell
A Curlew pair
Singing sweet nothings
As they circle together
And light on the fell
#CoSopoetry

A silver sun at daybreak
A fine misty drizzle settles in
The air is damp and dull of chill
And sings a wheezy rattle
Small birds are busy
Stealing moss from budding twigs
And woolly fronds from barbs
Fluttering away
to make sumptuous homes
In humble holes
An oystercatcher pair
Peacefully probing soft earth
At the shore of a silver rain-lake
Shivering drizzle trickles
down the back of my neck
As the sky breaks open
And golden lights the valley
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Snow on the higher hills
A silver light
Frost shimmers
from hard ground
Dark chatter
From the Rooky fields
And Jackdaws clamour
In the busy trees
Amorous Oystercatches
Giggle and flap
As silver waters
in the quarry pond
Lap against the hissy reeds
Black rabbit,
Magical creature,
Sure of her beauty
Outstanding in her field
#CoSopoetry

The weatherman says
That it's spring today
Though light has not yet won
Her battle with the night
There's a mist on the hills
And frost on the willowherb
A fieldful of crows
Whispering nervously
The sound of a theatre
At the start of the show
Something sacred
about the silvery skyglow
Of a hidden sun
And a moorful of music
Of Curlew and Lark
#CoSopoetry

Yesterday was winter
And tomorrow I will see
My beautiful spring
On a precipice
Looking backwards
And fowards
A rocking stone
As the Curlew calls
And the skylark joins
In a thrilling interlude.
Everything
and nothing
Love and emptiness.
I can feel the pull of winter
And the push of summer
There's a cold sun shining
And the hills
are a brighter shade of green.
#CoSopoetry

Calm and peaceful
Grey, silver, white
Noticing presence
Not absence
The hole in the sky
Filled with skylarks
The part of my heart
That's been missing you
Now brimful with joy
Now my heart
Is full of music, glowing
And the daffodils
Will soon be blowing
Golden fanfares to the sun
#CoSopoetry

@WendyForbes my great pleasure

The wind from the west
Blown by a silver-setting sun
Showers, like lace curtains
Drawn across the valley
Owl music
Emerging from dark walls
Invisible and whispering
Like office gossip
And there, returning home
A constellation of Lapwings
Like noble Orion,
rising from the shoulder
Of the highest hill.
#CoSopoetry

The north wind is against me
And my hill feels tough today
Wintery showers are falling
And I'm full of doubt
A sleet rainbow
Smiles a pale smile
from heaven
And the lark is singing
At the top of the sky
And a Curlew calls
From the meadow,
And as long
as there's a beautiful smile
And a song
Everything will be fine.
#CoSopoetry

A sharp frost
And the surface is slipping
All the lights are red
And the whole world
Comes to a stop.
Some might say that
There's nowhere to go
And nothing to see
In this sea of mist
Even the Kestrel
has tired of her hover
And waits at the top
Of her telegraph pole
And the grumpy pheasant
Finds it unpleasant
But I can hear the Curlew calling
And the lark
Above it all
Revelling in secret sunshine
Telling me there is no need to wait
For the light to change
#CoSopoetry

Utterly beautiful
A sea of white cloud
Low in the valley
I'm up and away
in a clear blue day
A roe deer races
Graceful over
Little Ings field
Free then lost
in the welcoming mist.
Two Curlew pairs
Dance in the sky
Each calls softly
To the other
They bubble away
Over the hill
Melting into the moor
This silence is rich
Deep and nourishing
Full of promise
And heavy with light.
#CoSopoetry

I notice
How the little things
Become the big things
And the energy it takes
To notice the beauty
The weather will get better
But it feels like winter again
And the geese are unsettled
Yearning for warmth
Curlew, Curlew
I heard your song
In my wild heart
Calling my name
And here you are
I will hold on to you
The spirit of spring
Graceful over the moor
#CoSopoetry

A happy day
The yaffle
has stopped stifling
Her laughter
And Little Owls
Are chuckling from the wall
A hoarseness of Rooks
Rises from the woods
And as I rise
in this still clear air
She's always there, now.
Singing,
just around the edge of silence
Reminding me she is here
Nodding snowdrops
seem to agree
Everything seems to be
Waiting for me
#CoSopoetry

Grey, dark
The wildness of the wet
A weight of water
Falling, flowing
A west wind is blowing
And pushing to the top
Players are arriving
And the first notes are tuning
A lark is trilling on the hill
A Curlew bubbling by the lake
Like a love song to the spring
Starting from nowhere
From a bleak moorland silence
Something beautiful is coming
#CoSopoetry

Mist and fine drizzle
Soaked to the bones
A duck's delight
Duck laughter
Over the meadow
Like water.
How low can you go
Sparrowhawk foe?
As low as the snowdrops
Sit low on the bank.
A blue peril
stalking the hedgerow
Tears down the lane
With menacing flow
Close to the surface
Thrilling the finches
With their deepest fear.
#CoSopoetry