@allin isn't that beautiful😊

There's lightness to the sky
In the rising east
And I am thinking about love
And how my moorland oak
Has let go her leaves
Blown away
Like little secrets
On the gale
She is the gallant ship
Weathered, left in rags
In her peaceful harbour
Waiting for the storms to pass
Another year races by
Like the wild wind,
Soon she will be sailing
In her earliest green
Singing to the spring
And smiling
#CoSopoetry

Great gouts of rain
Blown by the gale
In silver sheets
and pewter curtains
Against me
Every way I turn
Leaves in tatters on the ground
And the sycamore is sighing
Water is high
And the silver stream is racing
Past the stately Heron
To the flood.
I'm soaked to my bones
And energised by the wildness
Of wet October weather.
#CoSopoetry

A darker lower light
A low sky
Weeping,
Heavy with rain
The silver stream is full
And water stands silver
In the flooded fields
I can hear the soft tones
Of a Raven, high
Way beyond my knowing
Just the feeling of a Raven,
Safe and true
A nuthatch taps out silver notes
Like sparks flying from the hazel
And the blackbird sings
His honeyed song
From the highest twig
Of the crimson maple
Deep and sweet
Bathing our world
With peaceful balm.
#CoSopoetry

A golden pool
Swimming
Between the horizon
And the mist
Its light the light of the ages
The world is burnished
Bronze woods shine
As if lit from within
As if all of the fires
Of spring and summer
Were burning still
And the deer by the roadside
Shimmering like an angel.
Ah, the Raven knows about love
She visits me again
from her heaven
Out of the mist
In a steepening fall
Singing to me
Her low music
Whispering
One day
We will fly away
#CoSopoetry

On the edge again
The valley
Bathed in gold
The steepening hill hidden
By silver mist
The road littered
With the jetsam of the moor
And little torrents flow
The sky fell last night
And has left us bathed
in rainwashed rubble
Each shining pebble
It's own little beauty
Ah, the Raven knows about love
And the turning of the wheel
High above he whispers
On the misty edge
Then flies with me
Towards the golden morning
As I fly across the threshold
Into light.
#CoSopoetry

Misty
I only see
the east wind flowing
Swirling softly
In warm bewindings
Round the mossy wall.
Am I lost?
Am I found?
The sheep seem to know
The right way to follow
Following the ancient
Well-trodden track
As old as the walls
A Raven appears
Like a beautiful secret
Like a truth
Revealed.
The warm wind
Beneath her wings
Bathing a corner of my heart
In gentle music
#CoSopoetry

@danielbsmith thanks for reading it, and for telling me😊

@allin this one will let go when the wind blows later this month, I expect.

The leaves are late this year
The golden woods
Hold tight to their treasure
And on the misty hill
My moorland oak
Still beautiful
In dark brown softness
The wind is up from the east
My legs feel the chill
And my energy is low
But the Kestrel cuts through
Cold air with grace and ease
And leads me as she moves
From pole to pole
Like a gentle current
In a racing tide
#CoSopoetry

So many times
Around the sun
And here I am again.
Back to where the beauty
All began.
The music of wild geese
Is ringing round the moor
Two kestrels flying
In a deep blue sky,
I face the great divide
Between ease and mystery
And move towards the silver mist
My ghost is there,
smiling,
Cast by a veiled silver sun
Where do I go from here, my love?
Forwards, forwards
That's the way
This is not the place it was before
That is many miles away
And that was all
A different day.
#CoSopoetry

Noticing
The stillness of the mills
Southwest facing
Silence
That open ended space
Into which the daylight tumbles
Silver from a sun that hides
Behind her silver veil
Into this silver silence
The sound of wings
And low, murmered conversation
Four Ravens, like spirits
Stirring the air
Making it tremble
Filling the silence completely
With the turbulence of their passing
Time stands still
And its Ravens dance
To the music.
#CoSopoetry

There's rain in the air
And cold enough for sleet
There's an even light
Across the sky
Bright despite the weather
Whisps of mist sit ragged on the clough
Drifting softly in their white
Like gentle ghosts
Winding through the trees
And there,
Lit by the whiteness
The brightness
The shining sky
Three roe-deer does,
Telling their ancient story
Willing me on
And waiting for me.
#CoSopoetry

A new sky
A crystal clear horizon
A cold wind blowing softly
Frosty grasses, cloudy breath
Peaceful, after the tumult of the night
It was as if the gates of heaven
Had tumbled open
And all the gods
of lilac, green and crimson
Light and darkness
Falling down upon the sky
Danced between the poles
To the music of the stars
Today the air is golden
And the silent Raven
wears his mantle of joy
Painted with the colours
of paradise,
Remembered in his sheen.
#CoSopoetry

Out into owl-light
A breathtaking sky
Crimson burning embers
Frothy candyfloss
The wind and the hill
Against me
But I grow into my ride
As the sun rises
Dressed in a mantle
of bronze and shining
With the alchemists power
Turning the world to gold
My wheels are humming
As I descend
Flying with Ravens
I'm home.
#CoSopoetry

October rains
And a wind from the east
But it's warm in my heart
Blood red berries
Rowan and Hawthorn
Will light my way
And the gold in the woods
From beech, ash and maple
Will brighten my day
A Goldfinch cloud
Tinkles by
Twinkling golden
as they fly
Gulls are gathering
Geese are calling
The gorse alight
And constellations
Of shining buttercups
In the misty green.
#CoSopoetry

I was lost in a fog
No stars
to guide me
No rainbows in the sky
Even the morning light
Was dark
I see the walls
And willowherb embers
Aglow in the ditch
Listen carefully
Listen to the music
Even now,
When I was lost in a fog
A robin sings
The whole of love
The whole of life
Joy and sadness
Wishing and hope
Even here
When i was lost in the fog.
#CoSopoetry

@allin oh I'm glad you like that😊

A still autumn morning
Cloud sits low
Soft edges brushing
The tops of the hills
Jackdaws love
Testing their boundaries
Ascending steeply
Into the mist
Returning with joy
Into the light
Knowing they are loved
In the arms of the air
Each bird a point of agreement
In the conversation
Between turbulence and flow.
Each climb a days ending
Each fall a new dawn
Set down your haversack
Full of troubles
At the top of your highest hill
Face into the day
And fall.
#CoSopoetry

A misty, drizzle
Blown from the south
Powers me up my autumn hill
Leaves spiral
From a hushing sycamore
Lifting my spirits
With amber twirling
There's a Raven, high
Over the twisting mills
Singing his low, sad song
And the green of the summer
Is fading to dun
And I welcome the joy
of the cheerful rowan
Dressed in red berries
And waving,
And we say our farewells
To the sun.
#CoSopoetry