Misty once more

But my light is shining

And I can see my way

Even through this misty

February day

I'm searching for beauty

As a blackbird sings

A lovely song

And I remember

Each tone brings

its own weight

It's own worth

Even the ones

I cannot hear

The ones he doesn't sing

Their absence

The little silences

Makes the present

Ring across the meadow

In the grey

#poetry

Buttercups and Cow Parsley

Billowing golden

and frothed like a green bay

At sunset,

Beyond a storm-wracked day

There's a peace in this breeze

Though the broad green leaves

Have been ripped from the branches

Of sycamore trees

The Curlew calls

Wild, not free

Protecting her treasures

Like a shepherdess

Counting her blessings.

#poetry

A weighty mist

All the way

To the sky

No hint of brightness

Even at my high point

All puddle and hiss

A soft breeze

from the south south east

Blows me to the top

It's grim

Theres nothing to be seen

Beauty lies

behind the shroud

But there she is

Even though the light is dim

She sings her heart out

Clear and proud

#poetry

nostr:npub107qd2wh87g7q6e8mdehhy9u0qf3ryh9ndm9z3zzraeq2zpn6wrcsjxv7p6 yes😊, returned yesterday. Didn't make it to Knossos, but thanks for your advice. We will return to Crete and stay on that side of the island. Chania is a beautiful place to be.

Late summer

The great days

The owls have left their holes

And are wide-eyed

At the beauty of the morning

The last of the Swallows

Fly low on the meadow

The heathery hills

Are tinged with gold

White grasses glimmering

I live for these days of the

wilds of the moors

and the lure

of the purple mountains.

#poetry

Glorious morning

Golden

Whisps of high cirrus

Sparkling

A Small Copper butterfly

Flutters at the summit

On top of a prickly thistle

Men with guns

Shout and whistle

Out on the purple moor

So the sparrowhawk

Stays low

Out of the line of sight

Dark in his dusky blue

His threatening flight

Beautifully fluid

Scattering pipits

over the wall.

#poetry

There is nothing to see.

Dense fog

Straightened walls

Restrict me

Seem to make

my world smaller.

I can hear the geese

On faraway waters

Calling into the mist

Goldfinches

High and tinkling

The soft husharush

Of the south wind rustling

Tall dry grass

By the cobwebby gate

The crows are loving

the thrill of temporary blindness

Hurtling over the infinite edge

Howling with joy

And I love

The illusion of haste

As I race down the hill.

#poetry

nostr:npub107qd2wh87g7q6e8mdehhy9u0qf3ryh9ndm9z3zzraeq2zpn6wrcsjxv7p6 it felt otherworldly this morning. Magical and gently disturbing.

nostr:npub1w5vtut7nz5egpsdxzfhprlcgqy47pyznv4zyfqkz8zhrxswdvyssutn0lx thank you so much for your message. I really appreciate you reading my poetry.

It is as if

The envious sun

Had witnessed

last night's moon

And wondered how it would be

If she was dressed silver too

And veiled in silver silken mist

I'm in the liminal space between

The darkness and the light

Shimmering cobwebs

Beaded with glitter

Tremble like me

in the stillness.

Soft edges

in the midst of confusion.

Pools of possibility are

Lit by white rainbows

Gateways to another place

Hidden from the sun

#poetry

The Buzzard

And the Peregrine

Will argue

About who

is the king of the sky

Circling over

The rocks and the rowan

Jousting

The Ravens of the High Street

Are somersaulting

over the rainbow

And hungry swallows are

Busy on the misty edges

My legs are heavy

And my heart is full

Wandering in the wide world

With my wonderful daughter.

#poetry

nostr:npub107qd2wh87g7q6e8mdehhy9u0qf3ryh9ndm9z3zzraeq2zpn6wrcsjxv7p6 or hugin and munin...maybe?

At least the owls in their holes

Are dry.

But I

Am soaked,

pushing up the hill

With a south wind behind me,

In good company

Frothy Goldenrod

Glowing

The purple heather

Spangled with raindrops

Swallows

High

Hawk in the drizzle

Mist in my eyes

And the sound of the wind

Soft in my ears.

#poetry

Three Ravens high

Over a green field

Daring each other

With free-fall tumbles

Into the sun

Scouring the cliff

With delight.

Swallows low

On the glowing moss

Settled on the wire

And chattering like gossips

At the fair

Out along the meadow

By the tumble

In the wall

There's a golden hare

Dancing with a doe

#poetry

Peaceful

Glitter on the black lake

Goldfinch on the thistles

Shimmering,

Silver, owl light

Magical and bright

A soft north wind

In my face

Fills my lungs

With edgy air

Four grey partridges

On their tiptoes, peeping

And I'm flying with the swallows

Low by the road

#poetry

Misty and wet

Fine drizzle

Soaked to my bones

Grey hills, shrouded

Clouds drift along

Lost in the valley

Bright goldenrod

Lighting the gloom

A little bit of sunshine

On the side of the hill

Red rowan leans low

Heavy with berries

And my moorland oak

Hushes her secrets

Under a shower of finches

And pipits

Glimmering, whispering

tinsel and glitter

#poetry