Songs Caught In The Net

Kestrel

above the ripening grass seeds

hinted pinks, flushed purples and silvered tones -

cycle coming to full song.

Over the brick wall

white-throated calla lilies 

calling Beauty in silence -

the air turbulent with passing traffic.

Hedgerow galleons

now full term pregnant in leaf -

the Oak, the Ash

the Lime and the Sycamore -

bursting in ripeness.

light processing, space holding

our guardian spirits.

Beneath the earth
as a part of bedrock itself,
then came consciousness
with the voice of my daughter
calling out my name,
tearing at the rubble to release me
so coming to in dream light.

Back at the edge of things

the unfamiliar

where comforts are the one's we create,

back at the edge of things

seeking to uncover new paths

of landscape within landscape