Where is my delight
On a misty may morning?
Cattle amble over the meadow
from the morning milking shed
Quiet in their breathy wonder
At the silver grass.
Dewdrops shimmer
On Dandelion clocks
Damp fluff no time will measure
But quicksilver-lit,
they shine like stars.
What music can I hear?
Goldfinches twinkle
lighting the walls with glitter
And a Curlew sings
Her descending song
Down to the heath
And her treasure.
#CoSopoetry

No future, no past,
Only the present moment
No view of distant hills
Or monuments
Most might say
the day is dull
But we choose how to see it.
The mile-long field
Glows golden in the grey
A million buttercups are singing
Lifting the larks to a golden sun
The single cornflower
Of the early spring
A bright blue galaxy
With new stars forming
None decaying
Bursting with light
And a gentle radiance
Lifting my heart
And lifting the Lapwing
Into the dance.
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The peace of the roe deer
In the deep of the green
The stillness of the little owl
Waiting patient on the wall
The song of the skylark
From the top of the sky
The wildness of geese
Whose calls light the valley
The abandon of Lapwing
Dancing and free
The strength of the oak
Green fingers of leaves,
Charging my spirit
Reaching out,
touching me.
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Theres a beautiful blue
To the sky today
A cooler edge
to the warmth of the sun
So I went the way I seldom go
And noticed the peace
Of the morning
The Curlew calls
From the mile-long field
There's a Heron standing
Over silver water
And the Rooks rattle
the noisy woods
Orange tips flutter
Round milkmaids and bluebells
Lovage and borage
Settling in small spirals
On mustard.
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The night was lit with fairy light
The sky aflame
With mauve and green
and soft blue brightness
The morning shines its mirror
On the glory
A cloud of Bluebells
fallen sky,
drifting deep
And inky sweet
Wild garlic's dense aromas
Fills me with a primal urge
To leap into the wooded dell
And bathe myself in scent and smell
All lit by dappled sun
And sprinkled with
the lemon light of primrose
#CoSopoetry

So. This is not usual

Wow!

Warm and peaceful
An alabaster light
Softness and ease
Dandelion clocks
Stopped at one
And the world
Takes a breath.
I tasted the leaf
Of a milkmaid flower
And it was sweet and spicy
Honeyed air
All around me
This stillness is
Loaded with life
It's generous and giving
Singing with brightness
And skylarks rejoicing
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Utterly beautiful
Cornflower blue
Warm westerly air
Shimmers over the moor
Skylarks sing their silver song
Whites and Painted Ladies flutter
Through a cloud of cuckoo-flowers
On the drowsy green
Where sleepy ewes
And little lambs
Slumber in the summer sun
I feel the summer
In this weather
And there's any number
Of merry pipits
A'frolic in the heather
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Gently haunting weather.
An ocean of mist
Stretches for miles
Hugging the valleys close.
Dark islands of hills
March to the west
A warm sun breaks through.
A Curlew calls
From a dark stone wall
Sings of her joy
And calls to her treasures.
A bold snipe dares gravity
Sets the air a'shimmer
Winnowing mist
With his feathers
And lovely Lapwing
Green gloss and mauve
Dance on the soft edge of the sky.
#CoSopoetry

The heavens opened last night
The storm-wracked road
Is littered by the flow of moor
Pebble-strewn and muddy.
Thunder-clear air
Grey and cool
The sparky flint of petrichor
Lingering.
Stone and water
Storm dissolving
Scents of earth descending
Down towards the valley
Falling
Seven Curlew calling
Like the seven stars shining
So close I can see your light
Feel it lift my skywards
Up to where the skylarks sing
#CoSopoetry

Mayfly day
Beautiful
Speckled woods a'flutter
A hawk on the high hill
Hushes the larks as he hoves to,
Sits and waits
A silent lookout on his mast
Then dashes away, fast and low
Under the wall, then over it.
Starlings have found a new love
And chatter in the silver
Seeking their beauties together
Snapping them from the sky
And gliding back in little clouds
to their green havens
Where little plovers sparkle
golden in the sun
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Out, towards the furthest farthing of the hill
A silver dappled morning,
Lighting Stoodley's steeple
Standing, stark and still
against the silver dimpled sky
Curlew calling, gently falling
Down towards the misty, boggy snipe
And the bleating lambs
are bounding to their teats
And suckling roughly
in the mole-domed pasture
Soft winds ruffle wooly backs
and lend the larks
a skylift to the heavens
Where they sing their twinkling
To the rising sun.
#CoSopoetry

Mist grazes the hills
And damp air soothing.
Bluebells out from under
Fading daffodils
On the flowery banks
Unfurling
Blue and white
Bringing light
Raising spirits
Bright.
First cornflower
Sings like a sapphire
To the lonelsome sound
Of Curlews, falling
Calling,
All around me
Their water music
Washes the mountain
In mournful glory.
#CoSopoetry

Late afternoon
Spring warmth
Fine rain
and misty tops
Petrichor in the air
And golden dandelions
Swoon with the weight
Of silver rain
Shining like the sun
The meadow throngs
Golden birds
Rise and fall
In whispering clouds
Of lovers glitter
And swallows swim
Against the sky
And with each other
Lovely spring
Dandelion sun
and golden plovers
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Enveloped
In a misty morning
The hint of summer in its warmth
Softness and ease
As the morning
Opens out, like a daisy
Seeking the sun
Skylarks have found their secret
And sing songs of love
To their golden god
They can see what we cannot
Hidden in our little fog of certainty
Knowing we will not find it
Until it is ready,
While they fly free,
And know that they can go
Whenever they wish.
#CoSopoetry

A herd of soft Jerseys
On the top field, grazing
I'm feeling the sifting
of days into seasons
The drifting of years
The denial of reason
Spring in the winter
Summer in spring
Hesitant cherry blossom
A rushed month too early
The sands shift too quickly
The skylarks still sing
And the swallows
are home from the south
A single green Lapwing
The last of the thousands
Shines in royal livery
Up on the high lea.
#CoSopoetry

White tip
Bushy tail
Red fox racing
Dashing through the sallow moss
Brown hare chasing
Leaping through the tussocked grass
The hare, the other's speed surpasses
Out beyond the lark and raven
Up, to find his hilly haven,
Over rocks and silver streams
And up into the silver mountain
Flows like water from the fountain
Swift as time flies like an arrow.
#CoSopoetry