Posted in Uncategorized, tagged change, cold, crows, leave fall, nature, November, ravens, senses, time, weather, Winter on November 18, 2012| 3 Comments »
Rook-haunted woods.
Still skies
Crow-scattered.
Raven time,
Starling time,
Fog-drenched, silent.
A million leaves conjure
A beautiful demise,
Then fall into mud,
Crushed and grateful
For sleep:
Escaping from the growing cold,
This pinching of the candle of light,
The slip of degrees.
Skeleton time,
Unfleshed, sparse.
Silhouettes and shadows
Lost in dream:
Sky-rooted,
The taste of loam
And marl.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Autumn, change, cold, cosmos, dissolution, leaf fall, night, November, Poetry, space, stars, time, Winter on November 5, 2012| 1 Comment »
Cold flame
Crisping leaves:
Autumn stars’
Distant roaring.
Time,
Weightless,
Escapes
Into the endless
Night.
Adrift,
We revolve slowly,
Catching sight
Ocassionally
Of where we
Have been….
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged All Hallow's Eve, changing the clocks, dark days, darkness, end of British Summer Time, hallowe'en, hunger, light, maples, nature, photography, Poetry, return of GMT, samhain, Scotland, shadow of death, Skye, sundering, the dead, the influence of bards, thin rain, veil between worlds, wan light, Winter on October 29, 2012| 2 Comments »
afternoon skies: maples,wind and Beinn na Caillich, Skye
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged emptiness, Haiku, moon, nature, night, Poetry, seasons, sequence, solitude, travel, Winter on September 2, 2012| Leave a Comment »
*
Every other noise
In the storm:
The latecomers.
*
Sounding deep my soul:
The wind that moves the dark pine.
How far seems that home!
*
Only me
And the full moon
In this empty boarding house.
*
Nothing remained to be said.
The wind
High in the darkness.
*
The empty clouds
Fill with light.
Slowly, the moon.
*
Dead of night.
In the empty yard
The dripping standpipe
Is silenced.
*
This sleeping world:
River singing to itself
Under the stars.
*
Halo of the moon
Shifts like a dreaming cat.
The dawn wind.
——
This is a selection of haiku from various times, put together with a similarity of mood or feel. To add to it a very recent little piece:
Little cat
Can’t settle:
Moonlight
Rippling through the windows.
—–
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged aurora, horizon, Iceland, light, Poetry, raven, snow, Solstice, time, Winter on April 25, 2012| 3 Comments »
First few notes and ideas from a trip to Iceland last December. Another piece disappeared soon after writing – joys of instant technology – perhaps the giants of the aurora prefer to remain hidden, together with the dragons of the ice….
I
A slight
Misinterpretation…
It was not
“Nevermore”
The raven cried
But
“endless”
Or “forever”…..
That timeless view
only one who sees
The whole horizon
Can utter.
II
The weight of white, cutting wind
Relentless,
Borne over the miles of ice,
Raising ghosts that smoke and snake
Across the black remnant of ice-free ground….
III
At first,
Day on day of snowfields
Aches eye and brain.
Tired of colourless, outstretched miles,
We long for a taste of colour,
A clash of the familiar….
But with the continuing cold
Comes acquiescence:
No longer is this a world you know,
No longer parameters judiciously to be weighed.
IV
The weight of gravity,
Settling white,
remorseless accumulations
Of slow curves.
“We do not care
For your insistent heartbeat.
A fist
Thrown against forever,
A line of footprints smoothed and vanishing…..”
V
“Nevermore”
Was not the raven’s cry-
That
Was a mistranslation.
Understandable, though,
The tones of black
Require a certain bleak vision
Mixed with cold humour:
A perspective of wan horizons,
Endless fields of snow
Punctuated by moments
Of death….
The word
On every raven’s call
Is
“Forever”.
Maybe
It was a gloomy
New England Protestantism,
(Baldur dead forever),
Maybe
A seer’s view….
Try as you like,
Small human,
Whatever weavings and turnings,
Clever, fast, considered,
All shall return to forever,
The dust in my voice,
The iris of this instant.
My name is Horizon.
“Nevermore”
Is the cry of one
Who can never look over the world’s edge,
Never see the sun under the earth,
Night fuse,
Egg of light……
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged moon, poems, silence, thoughts, Winter on April 11, 2011| 1 Comment »
FIGMENTS AND FRAGMENTS
A bouquet of winter words melting in the Sping sun, fading beneath the loquacious brilliance of birdsong……..
I
End of the year.
Glorious fire!
The living sleep.
The dead awake.
Humans huddle together –
The dark wood
The dark sky.
Hard
Is the shell
Of the hazelnut.
II
End of the year.
Glorious fire!
The living sleep.
The dead awake.
Humans huddle together –
The dark wood
The dark sky.
Hard
Is the shell
Of the hazelnut.
III
Long cold night.
Waking, unexpectedly
I find
A flock
Of chattering words
Settled down
In my mind.
IV
moon frozen solid
In the centre of the sky.
Old sun rolls slowly
Up the cold hills.
Ice-edged grasses
Wait for warmth.
Cry of the pheasant
In the dark wood.
V
Green morning
Cloud-laden.
The very edge
Of heaven.
VI
Take a thought
Watch it drop
A thousand miles.
Ripples spreading
Outwards.
Reflections of stars
Dancing a moment
Then settling
Back to stillness.
VII
Silent and still.
February bliss.
The sky is one
Low cloud.
Cool air breathes
The branches
Now and then.
I walk old roads
Between spiralling
Pillars of birdsong
And the
secrets of trees.
Feeling
The heartbeat
Of the world
Through the soles
Of my feet.
VIII
Sliding music
Landscape music
Floating music
Sliding thoughts
Landscape thoughts
Floating thoughts
IX
Looking down
On the pool
Of the sky:
The full moon-
My melancholy
Reflection.
X
Breathing in
Breathing out.
Crow
Pushing against
An early morning sky.
XI
White page
White mind
Cloud- covered mountains
Mist-filled valleys
White mind.
If I take a breath:
The sun will rise.
If I take a breath:
The one beside me
Will stir.
If I take a breath:
Day will begin.
simonhlilly 