A blushing rowan tree
Jewelled and lit
Like my mother
On Christmas Eve.
A partridge knows
The scent of spice
Igniting the air
Like paradise
In summer mist.
The snipe careers
Disturbed skywards
In a zigzag
I crick my neck
In following.
She's lost
And so am I.
Lost in a fog
Over the bog
And where did you lay your egg
My love?
Where did you lay your egg?
#CoSopoetry

Silver brightness falls in curtains
All around the eastern sky
Still waters shine back
Catching the morning mist
With reflected light
Four geese fly low
At eye level
So close to me
Disturbing the air
With their power
Dark Ringlets swept up
In dancing knots
Then fall in spirals
To the shoulder of the road
The thing is
The angels appear
Just when you need them
#CoSopoetry

Ringlets spiral in joyful pairs
Meadow browns sipping
from lilac thistles
and golden ragweed nodding
To the morning sun
Another mowing
And the air is sour
with summer grass
And elderflower,
sweet nectar for the few bees
Humming their orisons
To the bursting goldenrod
Bright and hopeful
In the ditch.
#CoSopoetry

A grey blanket
Draped over the bog
Drizzle and a sighing breeze
My beautiful skylark is silent
And the Curlew is silent too
I wonder
Did I notice you well enough
While you sang
In Springtime?
How I miss your music
Its absence
Makes me love
it even more
#CoSopoetry

@allin I really appreciate your comments. Truly I do. It makes such a difference to know that the words are heard. Thank you😊

Kingfisher sapphire
Jewel of the river
A stunning blue arrow,
Darting low,
Over soft silver waters
An emblem of wonder
And love.
Buzzards mewling
Over the golden moor
And deer are flowing
like morning light
Over the lilac yarrow
Deep into the heart
Of the morning
I can hear the voice
of a single Curlew
Calling my name
Reminding me
Of where I came from
Reminding me
Of where I'm going
#CoSopoetry

@allin I was going all Back to the Future 😊x

@allin what a beautiful message. Thank you so much. I think that I am practising seeing with childlike eyes. It's so wonderful what you can see when you try.

Campion, harebells
And tall white campanula
Bright blue-white
Almost blinding
Like the light
Of a thousand stars
Wild winds
Tore the cotton from the boll
And the moor glows grey
With gossamer
How sweet it is
To be abroad in the morning
Breathing in
This honeyed air.
Time is racing
And I sometimes wish
I was a child again
With no care for the future
And the summer
Stretching out before me
Like a river
#CoSopoetry

Have you noticed the way
The darting swallows shine
As they catch the early light
From the morning sun?
And gold grass shimmers
As it dances in the breeze
As the green waves billow
On the meadow.
There are linnets on the thistles
Singing whispers to the sun
And skylarks making music
When I thought that they had gone
Have you heard the peace of summer strumming heather on the moor,
As the white owl
searches for her lover?
#CoSopoetry

The glory
And the peace
Of a silver summer morning
Mackerel sky
A gentle breeze
Swallows flying
Low on the meadow.
Two clover blooms
Lilac and white
Fragile
On thin spindles
Standing proud
Together and small
Too beautiful for the grazing
And lucky with the blades
of the midsummer mow
So many reasons to fade away
So many reasons to grow.
#CoSopoetry

West wind
I can tell you are there
Soft and damp
A gentler air
Crystal dewdrops shining
Lighting scented clover
from its curly sleep
Swallows love soft turbulence
Flying sorties over meadows
Calling wild and free
Between the grazing sheep
I can hear the hum of bees
The wheels of summer
Turning as the trees
Darken,
leaves more lustrous now,
Gathering light and shining
like we gather love
To store it up
For darker days.
#CoSopoetry

A soft day
Swallows stream
Flowing low
Over the surface
Of purple-blue fields
Of tall grasses
Waving gently
Wisps of mist
Twisted by the mills
Revealing the layers
The flow of the air
Trefoil and Vetch
Lies low on the verges
Beautifully simple
So gently lit
What's the hurry?
Why worry so much
About what might be
When the glories
Are already here
Waiting for you
#CoSopoetry

A butterfly day
Bright blue and shining
Meadow browns
delight in spirals
Their love twists skywards
Like smoke from a furnace
Up to the highest part
Of a perfect sky
I can see them dancing now.
And higher still
A Raven pair flies
Deep in their joy
Turning steep somersaults
Their love descending
In spirals together
Down to the sweetness
Of deep scented clover.
#CoSopoetry

Out into the soft grey
Of a rainy day
Summer sits softly
On the purple clover
Of overgrown byways
Fallen stars of
Golden buttercups
Light the fields
Like fallen stars
Shining through the mist
Drifts of pink cranesbill
Waving in the breeze
And a cloud of golden
Tinkling finches
Sprinkle glitter as they go
Over fields of white clover
Deep as winter snow
#CoSopoetry

Meadowsweet
and honeyed Elder
Perfumed summer
Gentle breeze
Rustling through
the papery birch
Wren song lingers
Long beyond
its thrilling edge
Cherries dangle
Little jewels
Dropping down
like crimson quavers
From a summer song
My head is full
Of spice and sweetness
And the softness of music
sounding low
from dew-dappled branches.
#CoSopoetry

How did it ever
Come to be?
A wasp, a tree
A lock, a key
And you, and me
Light drops softly
From the stars
As night walks gently
through the woods
And single notes
From hidden birds
Ring across
the tended lawns
I've heard the song
Of sweltering rains
Rushing through
the steaming glade
And far below
The ocean swells
And roars its lulling music
In return
#CoSopoetry

Last night
The strawberry moon
Lit the ocean silver
Strange birds
Made quiet music
And the air was shimmering
Today the sky is blue
And the ocean too
And all of the promise
of love in the morning
Is washing over
The rocks below
With a gentle rush
And filling my pools with longing
#CoSopoetry

Im high on the flow
With a gift of black rock
Floating.
Raging fire
and wild water meet
Lightning bolts
Electrify the air
A wild storm rages.
The sky and earth
And everything in between
Flowing
Alive with danger
A world full of risk
But the risk is the joy
Where hope springs eternal
Black sand,
My love
feels soft against my skin.
#CoSopoetry

A clay coloured thrush
Sings his aubade to the day
Each note dropping like a tear
The mountain stands silent
Watching over me
The plume of smoke
Rising from the top
A reminder
Everything changes
All of the time
But some things are timeless
And remain
Small birds are shining
They sing in the sun
They flitter and hum
There are jewels
Upon jewels
Upon jewels
#CoSopoetry