Green Clouds
Green clouds filter long light
Nodding grasses sway in flowering rainbows
The sky spreads out from edge to edge
The longest day lies blessed in sunshine.
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Posts Tagged ‘sunlight’
Green Light (Longest Day)
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged grasses, light, midsummer, Poetry, sunlight, Wales on August 9, 2019| 5 Comments »
These Moments
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged clouds, Devon, Haiku-ish, hedgerow, lanscape, Poetry, roses, summer, sunlight, warm on June 27, 2013| 10 Comments »
THESE MOMENTS.
Hemlock
Clouds the hedge banks.
Light
Is high, a heaviness
And a stillness.
Slow air
Collecting summer,
A weight of green.
Pillow clouds
This light rests upon:
Grey and silver.
Content
To remain a veil.
The dry earth,
Warm and pale.
Nodding roses,
Damask scented.
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Warming
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beauty, bliss, landscape, life, nesting, Poetry, Samuel Palmer, small things, summer, sunlight, William Blake on June 8, 2013| 4 Comments »
WARMING
(The ghost of William Blake conversing with
The ghost of Samuel Palmer, down by the apple
Orchard, perhaps)
Sunlight gathers heat.
Sparrows in the eaves
Flustered wings, feeding, fetching.
Small is the delight
That accumulates bliss, drop by drop.
The easy centuries
Of a cat’s sleeping breath.
It is a life of small moments,
A slow, steady filling:
Small moments noticed,
Not blessings to be prayed for,
Not dreams to be hollowed out from air,
Not glorious futures
Nor the wrinkled, cold hand of victory.
Upholding the fragile,
Precision of caring,
Peculiar coincidence,
Unexplainable connection.
No arrows of equations pinning certainty,
The sly, mad oracle of statistics,
Prophecies of bacterial bloom.
Summer storm
Here and gone..
Dream-quick
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged air, birds, birdsong, Poetry, spring, sunlight, welling, words on May 18, 2013| 4 Comments »
MIND FLICKER
Dream-quick,
These words
Borrowed
From
A deeper well.
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AIR OCEANS
Broad prowed,
Galleon wood-pigeons
Dip and anchor
On buttercup oceans.
Bright morning breeze.
Lullaby shanties
From crow’s nest trees.
Sun-still islands,
Slow air tides.
The Cool Green Fires of Beltane
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Beltane, coolness, green, landscape, light, May, May-eve, nature, peace, Poetry, summer, sunlight, trees, warmth, woods on April 30, 2013| Leave a Comment »
print of ‘Light of Beltane’ created from tree and other plant spirit symbols
*****
THE COOL GREEN FIRES OF BELTANE
These wild mad-eyed men
Fire burning souls, heart-clawed:
Let them cool and rest
Under the dapple of trees,
Let them silent learn to smile,
Let them melt a little
Considering this fragrant air
sufficient, replete.
Breeze-filled, bird-filled,
A hammock for goodness.
Let them drop their hunger,
The carving of empires,
The bitter profits of belief,
The fierce ambitions for more.
Let them love their sons and daughters
And let them remember the open woods.
Let them not fear heaven nor hells
But let them halt and watch
The small things gather, delighted,
Learning the blessing of trees.
Let the heart melt in May,
Let the skin warm, flesh relax, soul unfurl.
For there is a glory to find beneath all things
And it shall shine through
Enough for any,
Enough for all.
Life under trees.
Let the mountains remain open
Let the valleys be all in green shade
Comforted, rocked, whispered.
For there are sufficient deserts,
Howling emptinesses we need no more of,
No more cleansings nor clearings
Nor impositions of sterile order.
Let the heart melt into May,
The cool green fires of Beltane.
Let the soul, with the souls of all, unfurl,
The branching year blossoming.
Beyond is the cool airs turning warm,
Beyond is a place to rest completed,
Beyond is the dream of violet shimmer
The hum of summer, the nest of light.
Under trees, cooled, dappled, blessed.
*****
Rescued Words of Late Summer
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged autumn almost, clarity, Haiku, India, memories, notes to self, perfection, Poetry, reflections, sunlight, time on October 10, 2012| 2 Comments »
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Distant forest
Wakes and roars.
Oncoming storm.
——–
Savouring every leaf
Delighting in every edge:
Sunlit autumn breeze.
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The only vaccine
For prejudice
Is clarity:
Self
As ephemeral fragment,
A wonder of wonders,
A blossom
Of unique possibility,
Never
To be repeated –
Melody in a dream
Forgotten
On waking.
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The universe is not interested in perfection.
Perfection is a dead end,
An eternal equilibrium of boredom,
Of self-congratulation
(the faint whiff of decay).
The religion of bigots,
The philosophy of the small-minded.
Perfection is cessation,
Utter self-containment,
A view too large to begin to encompass,
A beginning before a beginning,
An ending after an ending.
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Serene cloud worlds, unconcerned,
Grow and dissipate.
A dance of vapours: light and water
Built high in air.
Foundationless, they thrive.
Rootless sky trees swept on.
It is the
Fragile violence,
Remorseless distance,
That we long for:
An existence without finality,
Careless,
Law-abiding,
Supported,
Free.
—–
In Timeless Time.
In great India
By the slow,
green stream
of the goddess river
In the weight
Of sunlight:
Falling dust.
Time here
Does not pass by,
It does not vanish
Nor fly.
It cannot be wasted.
Time
Accumulates
In golden layers.
Passing
Through a door
Back ten thousand years,
Back to mythic daylight.
Passing
Through another:
Forward ten thousand years
To the gold, smoking, warm night.
Slaked
With time,
Drunk and full up,
The land vibrates:
Chant of cell song,
Golden chant of suns,
Whispered chant of universes.
Settling bliss,
The chant of golden light.
The outer forms:
Poverty, pain, old age, death,
The crumbling
Slow and mighty;
The smell of decay,
Green insidious damp,
Importunate smirk.
All
Barely able
To hold back
The bliss of light
Radiant
Within
The centuries of Time,
One on another,
Piled in corners,
Smiling.
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