Watercombe

I came alone to this place
Almost twenty-three months ago
Then, as now, the sky was blue
The river tumbled, the water splashed

In between the then, and the now
My own turbulence was maintained
Turbulent mind, turbulent body
Turbulent health, turbulent wealth

Sheep graze these windswept moors
Lambs are born in the driving rain
Alongside the gorse and the reeds
The crop cut grass pleads to grow

Echoed bleats break the cold
Waterfalls of springtime silence
Alone amongst a thousand acres
I chase for another mother of nature



a poem from the collection Watercombe - Love in Open Moorland, available from itunes by clicking on this link