Ostara
Poems written between Ostara and Beltane (20 Mar – 29 Apr)
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This is the place To rest and relax To feel the light breeze And the suns warmth To be The restless waves hug and kiss The patterned rocks and sheltered cove For a brief moment a low flying cormorant races the ferry Then we are back to the calm of the sea Calling to me… Read more
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Immersed in the sounds Of male nightingales setting up home Waiting for the females, taking their time To fly north from Africa Seeing who can sing the most attractive tune And sharing it with us Paralysingly beautiful That this courtship happens in our hedgerows After a long journey every year And as the cuckoo calls… Read more
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I feel like a guest in your wood Imagining fairies lying drunk on your sweet fragrance Of the bluebells carpeting the woodland Listening to Bird song singing for love Hearing the whisper of the trees in the warm gentle breeze And then the barren desert of a beet field Saharan exhausted landscape The bluebell carpet… Read more
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Skylark A frantic frolic through the high notes Wings beat triple time Their shrill sound dominates the landscape Only beaten by Corn Bunting Perching high on branches Wheezing like an asthmatic goat Hoping to attract the most beautiful partner One who welcomes wheeze obviously But the treat the Downs gave me today Was 3 Wheatears… Read more
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We sit mesmerised, watching Harriers battling in the sky Fighting, flirting, just displaying We know not what or why We stand transfixed by hedgerow Listen to tunes playing within Blackcap, chiffchaff, wren, all hiding Like flute and violin We watch wind batter the salt marsh Squabbling gulls seek the best perch Sudden frantic gusts from… Read more
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The world on a seesaw Perfectly balanced Between dark and light Masculine, feminine Inner and outer But as tomorrow dawns Light will defeat dark Nature is emerging from her long winter sleep Coming alive as the Sun gains strength As the days become longer and warmer And we plant seeds To harness the exuberance of… Read more
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My spirits lifted as we walked, and talked And saw the swallows of the spring Over fields and lanes to Cissbury ring And homeward bound through farms and lanes, the azure sea a shimmering main I dream of when this Covid ends And we can walk here with our friends The South Downs already feel… Read more
