Crescent Moon

I don’t know when I lost you
Or when I lost myself
Beneath the crescent moon
Bathed by clear night’s scars
I don’t know when I lost you
Or when you lost yourself

 

Mendip Morning

Flickering leaf
Your life so small
Backdrop against the cloud
Grey turning to gold
Bringing the morning
Breeze blown streams
Beside you the tree

The tree is already bare
Slimmed down to a minimal load
For the winter ahead
Blues and pinks
Wander over the skyline
Shepard’s warning red sky morning
Still like a skeleton
Magnificent from branch to branch
Closing down for another year
No nests to survive

Just you and the sky
With your friend in the foreground
Still covered in leaf
Every cloud has a silver lining
In this early sunrise morning
Bewitched by the gaze of pink and blue

Light glorious light
From where once again
Your pleasure never stops calling
The levels and the Mendips
Under water-born dew
Natural friendships;

Oaks, sycamores, sunlight
Shadows cast across the canal
Into the orchard

Seeking
The laws of relative relativity
Rising by the metre
Rising by the mile
Over railway lines and radio waves
The horizon becomes the centre
Setting balance in the work
The low trees red leaves are waking
The cold grass aglow

With deeply sprinkled sunshine
Pathways wandering in the waves of fall
Warmth rising

From between the space and time
From between the here and now

 

And So We Go Our Own Way

And so we go our own way
A path not trod before
Each bracken broken
A breaking new
We know this way to be our own way
Our own not known before
Each thought awoken
A thinking new
With light and might we walk our own way
Stealth of stride alone no more
Each slice of slight
Incite light new
And so we go our own way
But thanks
Thanks for this bit of street light
Given in your own way

Sunshine - For The Faintly Imperious

If ever we should doubt

The need to plot that course

To the promise of the promised land

If ever we should find out

About the judgements of The Bourse

Or of those groups which society banned

Step into the mud

Of the salt marsh

Or the estuary

Feel your feet sink

Your heart also

For what has slipped away

The wind, and sun

Will bring life

Where you thought love had perished

The night, the day

Both will replenish

And for that we can be grateful

 

About Turn - More Than A Socialist

This is no anniversary

Except it is my first day

Back in meditation

Oh yes, and the sun shines

In through my window

This then is the celebration

A time of presence

Formed by the muse of joy

As only morning sunlight

Is able to offer

Yesterday I read Tolstoy

As he talked of art

Of beauty, of love

Though not in an empowering way

Rather to dispute what others have said

I myself find

That art and love and beauty

Let alone nature

Fill my life with such wonder

That they offer a path to understanding