@LnzyHou I'm glad

@allin what a lovely thing to say

A nuthatch
Ringing out
His little silver changes
From a hidden perch
In airy little stand
Of silver birch
Swallows and Martins
Flock by the bridge
Wild and hunting
For airborne treasure
For moth and midge
This air feels different
The sky is darkening,
There's a chill to the day
And azure summer
turns to grey
There's a hurry
and a boistrous rush
Everything feels uncertain
A beautiful feather
Falling from grace
Turns in gentle spirals
And settles at the crossroads.
#CoSopoetry

@allin it is a very special tree, the Rowan. It is also known as the Mountain Ash. As you say, it has magical power and it's really beautiful and graceful. And particularly at this time of year it brings a wonderful light with it, wherever you find it.

A sepia Sunday
And I'm looking back
At summer fading gently
Into brown.
A cool south-westerly
Sets the lake a'shimmer
And the crows are shining
On the naked Ash
Oh now I can see
The way I've taken
Out of a milky sun
And my winding path
Shines at me
Smiling
Winding its way
Brighter where I had to stop
Always wandering
But following me
All the way to now
Where ticking wrens
Sing glowing songs
To the bright red Rowan tree.
#CoSopoetry

Round and slowly
Round and round
The buzzard sketches circles
In a tall grey sky
No sun today
Just a milky pool
Hovering,
shining softly
After the storm
Other-worldly
Trees skittled over
On the edge of the wood
Full leaved
and vulnerable
To the wild breath of air
All of that passion, spent
And now we can see
What goes on
beneath the surface
How fragile we all are.
#CoSopoetry

Grey
Shimmering light
Behind the curtains
A wilder wind
Screaming at
The impossibility.
No straight lines
On days like this
Everything is insinuation
This day can't be confronted
Head on.
Find a way
Round the back of the wind
Taking life from the side
Only the solitary Swallow
Smiles at the gale
Knowing that it will take him
Where he needs to be.
#CoSopoetry

A wild wind
This feels like autumn
Windblown leaves
Fallen fruit
Gulls are wheeling in the gale
Like the weather
They've lost their summer heads
My moorland oak
Is straining by the barn
Screaming air
Flowing through the gaps
I wonder if the swallows
Are just hiding
Or studying their maps
Before their great escape
To warmer climes
And leave us once again
To howling winter.
#CoSopoetry

Sometimes the music
Is louder than the wind
It drowns out the noise
Of an unquiet world
It is a beautiful place to be
When the trees are loud
And the wires whistle.
Autumn is just around the corner
And my mother's daisies
Are in full bloom now
Waiting in the margins
As I climb.
There's a rainbow at the top
Of my steepening hill
And a Kestrel circling
Over the Curlew field
And I feel a gap in the sky
Where the skylark sang
In springtime
#CoSopoetry

It is only a small thing
It probably doesn't matter
Too much, not really.
I suppose at least it means
That I know you were there.
Once I saw you
In the light of a blue moon
Dancing in the heather
And then again
Perhaps I didn't.
Maybe it wasn't you
Maybe it wasn't blue.
Then, perhaps I saw you
With another
Full of joy
Almost smiling
your almost smile
And here you are,
and there we were,
Wild and free and fair
I will follow your joy
Everywhere.
#CoSopoetry

Still and quiet
Swallows sail
Around a silver sun
I can feel their excitement
At the new morning
Towers of dock
The colour of old iron
Tired grey thistles
Gold in their tinkling
Baubled with finches
Tumbling thistledown
Drifting in clouds
Free now, to go
Let the soft air
Go where it will
And fly.
#CoSopoetry

The top field was mowed
A month ago
And then it was
A wasteland
Now deep green
An arena
A place where legends
Stand to face their demons
A place of dancing hares
And golden treasure.
These walls were built
By gnarly, knowing hands
With gritty nails
And bruised knuckles.
You face the morning
And I face the evening
We will meet in the midday sun.
We clear away the stones
And, placing them with care
Divide the world.
#CoSopoetry

The forecast is fair
But I'm on the edge of a soaking
Grey skies, heavy air
But I feel strong
Powerful
Lit the gold
Of goldenrod and gorse,
And boistrous Swallows
Lead me up
To higher ground
Where the sun shines
Silver through the cloud
A Kestrel pair
Dare dark Ravens
With skillful flight
And wild abandon
And everyone is dancing
Making music
Even the moor
Dressed in purple heather
Is humming.
#CoSopoetry

Oh, the peace
And the light
and the mystery of it all
Dappled blue sky
And a silver sun
Shines through a silver mist
Dewdropped cobwebs
Tinsel around tall cypress trees
Wrapped round thistle prickles
Fine threads
Wave gently in a soft breeze
Hardly a sound.
Swallows stitch time
With eager dances
Through the gate and round.
A roe deer and a wily fox
And an all-seeing owl
Wait for space
To disappear
I turn my back
Then they are gone.
#CoSopoetry

A grey, windy day
Low blows the breeze
It hums through the wires
Its soft music
Hushes the trees
And the darkening leaves
Rustle and hiss.
The steepening road
Stretches out
Its endless furrow.
A single magpie
Hints at azure above the grey
And as I look
I see at last the beauty
A painterly sky
Washed over the heavens
To the east
Gold and rose
Pink and lilac
All lit by a silver sun
My peace and my rest
#CoSopoetry

A beautiful day
Walked across the golden carpet
Into a clear blue sky
And all the way
Ravens flew with us
Singing
In their softest tones
Butterflies,
Brave and fragile
Leaving their thistles behind
And fluttering
Like an idea
I couldn't quite get a hold of
But which I know in my heart
Is beautiful.
How beautiful
To find our way
To the breathy top
And stop
To see the whole world
With a new advantage
And spend a minute
In the company of silent stone
To watch the swallows flying
#CoSopoetry

Daisy days
And gathering swallows
The wires sway
With chatter
And fluttering
weightlessness
Geese are gathering too
And for a moment
The north goes dark
with their great number
A young Kestrel
Over the top field, calling
The world is against him
And wants him to fail
Learning from a beautiful teacher
How to hold still
And dare to stay focussed
In a bright silver sky
#CoSopoetry

@allin sounds like you need a storm to break the heat. I hope that it cools for you soon 😊

A grey day
Soft and heavy
The air is thick
Like treacle
And it's raining
But the rain is cool
And it tastes sweet
I can hear music
Goldfinches tinkle
On bearded thistles
And the soft South wind
Has raised the raucous rooks
The road is shining
Where it meets the sky
Grey sky breaks
To welcome a silver sun
And the light of morning
Shines around me
All the birds are singing
And what I thought was going to be dull
Is, in fact, truly, truly beautiful.
#CoSopoetry

I know a place
Where meadowsweet sings
In the soft tones
of nectar and honey
Where harebells tinkle
A gentle blue
And scabious lights
The warm air of morning
In lilac.
Swallows are flying high today
Wheeling great arcs
In a summer blue sky
Harvesting courage
And storing it up
In their tiny brave hearts
They are flying me down
To the ice crystal stream
To drink cool waters
And dream.
#CoSopoetry