@Esther how lovely. Spring is just around the corner

Fresh air, clean
Washed through
By rainstorms
Field-waters glinting
In morning sunshine
Silver glittered
Deer on the trickling hillside
Flashing white
Race away
Dashing into a sunlit squall
Through golden gorse
and amber heather
And ringing out
From everywhere
the blackbird's lovely song
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There's a quiet space
In the denseness of the mist
Where we find ourselves
And are lost.
All of the senses
sharp and alive
The singing of the mistle thrush
Rings across the hazel wood
Deep earth scented
A gentle spice
Of cinnamon and mace
The taste of rain
On my face
The feel of the rock
Under my feet
A foundation.
I know where I am
And I feel safe
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Snowdrop drifts
Like the dappled light
From a silver clouded sun
A droopy nod
To the soft breath of morning
Tinkling waters hushing by
And ten thousand starlings
Rise with the hiss
Of a broken wave
Receeding
From a shingled strand
The first few notes
Of a lonely Curlew
My father
Calls my name
And breaks my heart again.
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There,
High in the sky
Caught in raptures
By the gold of a glint
Of early sunlight
Climbing quickly
Singing her heart out
Tinkling like raindrops
From a silvered heaven.
Fine drizzle
does not dampen
Her thrilling song
And my heart
is blown open.
All of the poems
Of a dark winter
For this first moment
Of Spring
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A warm woollen blanket
Of deep grey cloud
Embracing the moors
Like a lovely hug
From a soft grey owl.
All of the wildness
Of wild winter
Dreaming of summer.
Seven geese
Away to the west
Like the seven stars setting
And the thrushes are singing
Their sadness away
Their fluting music
Sweetens the day
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Snowdrops and crocuses
Geese in the meadow
A thousand white gulls
On a mighty green ocean
And the Rooks
are up from the wood
It's warmer,
Buds on the roses
About to explode
Bluebell spears
Climb timidly into the light
Of a misty morning
The baton is raised
And the energy crackles
Like Jackdaws
On old Sentry Edge.
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Mist and grit
And snowy lines
On the colder side
Of dark walls
There's ice on the pond
And love is whispering
from the sky
I can't be sure
But I thought I heard her
High up
and tinkling on the beeze
Neither there nor here
Three graceful deer
graze on the hill
And the crows laugh quietly
At my breathless climbing
They seem to know.
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We answer all our own questions
By walking through the mire
And falling.
I'm looking out
Over the wide Atlantic
Layers of time
Written into the rock
entwined and undulating
Caressed by silver light
Aqua-blue and sparkling white
Ocean roaring
under jagged edges
And the green earth breathe
In time with the tide
We were flying high
with the fulmars
And love
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I've been out
In winter's desolation
There's no love out there
Just the bitter cold
I yearn for the warmth
of summer on my back.
Snow has drifted
And swallowed things whole
I wonder will they ever see
that lovely light again?
Strong walls are falling
Tumbling under the weight.
Could they not hold the forces
That keep pulling them apart?
Were those beautiful walls
just a story?
Or are they a part
Of the landscape of my delight?
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Brutal
A biting easterly
cuts right through
All of my layers
I'm snow-blown,
snow-blinded
Tyres slide
On slippery surfaces
There is a terrible beauty
When it's wild and unruly
And risk is real and present
And I envy the crows
Holding tight
To howling currents
Going where the wind goes
Finding joy
Where they find themselves.
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It's still and early
The rising sun
Unfurls,
And gently dresses
the silken heavens
In Mother of Pearl
There's a Raven pair
Dancing
over the frosted moor
Just enough of a gentle breeze
To hush the shivering trees
And great gatherings
Of geese,
In tight formation
Singing the song of wildness
Bringing joy and disorder
To chilly air
And travelling north
With the snowdrops
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It's later in the day
And whilst it's grey
The light is above me
And the scene is lit
In a brighter light
They are down
From the black lake
and the meadow is full
With the wildness
Of goose and gull
Crows in black hundreds
Cackle and wheeze
As they settle
On brittle branches
Dark fruit
For winter trees.
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There's a golden rim
To the cup of morning
And a furnace burns
To the east
A dark grey canvas
Is lit with ochre
The meadow sings
With a yellow glow
Black geese in silhouette
A living arrrowhead
Tears across the ragged sky
Charged by wind
and wild abandon
Calling with joy
As they fly.
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Low cloud
Heavy with lead
Weighs me down
Pushing on
Powered by the music
Of wind in the rushes
And the song of a blackbird
From deep in the bushes
White gulls
Revel in wildness
High in the sky
Cutting the gale
Finding their way
With ease
And I notice
A Kestrel
Hanging high
on the hill
Perfectly still.
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The energy of wildness
Disruption
And re-invigoration
Thick air,
heavy with moisture
I'll drink it all in
The world opens up
Under the grey
The ghost
Of a silver sun
Threatens to break
Into the day
The rusty moor singing.
Do you remember the moles, my love?
Hung out like Jesus
For laming rich horses
They were busy last night
Bringing fresh air down to earth
Cocoa-brown heaps
Like birthday treats
Litter the meadow with memories.
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The wind is on
The softer edge of wildness
There's music in the air
The rumble of the woods
Sighing soft and swaying
A whistle in the wires by the road
There's a howling at the summit
Where a strong gale blows
through the gappy iron mast
The geese are calling loud
Moving quickly with the breeze
From the black lake
To the meadow
Where the crows are laughing softly
At the sighing of the trees
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The gate is open
Spring waits
Just beyond our seeing
Loaded with all of the wisdom
Of wild winter
I'm noticing absence
And feeling the presence
The hole in the sky
Where the skylark sings free
The grass on the meadow
Will soon be longing
And all of our treasure
will be hidden and loved
I saw the sun rising
In all her golden glory
Shrouded now
Behind the clouds
Behind the hill
And the snowdrops
Are keeping their secret, still.
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If the ghost
Of the glow
Of the silver light
Of the waning moon
Took flight
Assumed a shape
Crystallised
Into a form
Of wild beauty
And went softly, there
Bathed in the gold
Of an early rising
Out on the green
Of a meadow morning
It could not
be more beautiful
Than you
With your heart
On your face
And soft light
In dark eyes
Shining
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The weight of the sky
Rests on the shoulders
Of the gloomy grey hill
The rain falls heavy
On the Magpies chatter.
Athena, my friend,
Sits on the ledge
Of her dripping wall
Sighing,
Oh, what will I do?
Up in the mist
On the high high hill
The wind blows gently
Through the silver gate
And then,
From deep in the heart
Of an old stone wall
there is music sounding,
Three soft tones
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