The Pennines.
In blue and clear
waves of roiling heather
Swamp the peaty moor.
Irate easterlies
force purple headed stems
to whip and whisper
Waterfowl
Alight and skim
on windy waters.
Rippled mirrors
no longer calm
reflect a thousand suns.
Kitty Hawk in search of target
Floats, dances, then dives
to ground.
A not too shrewd shrew
succumbs, a squeak or two
then death and feast.
The moorland stage.
Divine, not quite austere
displays the play of nature
to my jaded eyes.
Each day i enter
through its styles
i find afresh, surprise.
In blue and clear
waves of roiling heather
Swamp the peaty moor.
Irate easterlies
force purple headed stems
to whip and whisper
Waterfowl
Alight and skim
on windy waters.
Rippled mirrors
no longer calm
reflect a thousand suns.
Kitty Hawk in search of target
Floats, dances, then dives
to ground.
A not too shrewd shrew
succumbs, a squeak or two
then death and feast.
The moorland stage.
Divine, not quite austere
displays the play of nature
to my jaded eyes.
Each day i enter
through its styles
i find afresh, surprise.