Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beginning of summer, consciousness, daybreak, dream, ephemeral phenomena, hawthorn, landscape, mist, nature, perception, Poetry, reality, seasons, time, viewpoint on June 4, 2015| 2 Comments »
A pearl day, smoke shaped.
A lick of mist this river’s voice.
Hills turn cloud, clouds become all.
A single dreaming moment
Explains everything.
More precious than breath
It lifts weightless, turns and dissolves,
Sky colours leaning out.
What was golden dulls to dust.
An aching tumble of sweet May,
A thorned white wave enthroned.
A season’s birth heavy laid,
A full descent, a grace,
An offered all, begun.
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged hawthorn, landscape, May, Poetry, summer on May 23, 2015| 13 Comments »
WE RISE
We rise late
And tumble down
Towards it all:
A day suggested, infused,
Green and sunlit
Cloud and birdsong.
This late white
Bitter honey of May,
A mother’s scent,
A sparkled dew.
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simonhlilly 