From the cold darkness

A meteorite shower 

One last flash of light

Under deep waters

Still here waiting for something

Not running away

Single silver eye

Performing her monthly wink

Are we lunatics? 

Dusty woodland paths

Venturing into unknown 

An invitation 

Snaking between cliffs 

This winding gorge ever swims

With tadpoles and ducks 

In these ancient caves

Animal bones and flint tools

We are ancestors 

From my clifftop perch 

Scanning the terrain below 

For a sign of life 

Hot sparks burn bright trails 

Like the stars shooting above 

And a child’s joy

Streams of golden air

Edging dry seed heads in light

We fade in darkness 

Tell your own story

With what you find around you

Tell it for yourself 

Mellow August light

Lying low on the common 

Nestle down sunshine 

Though my star wanders

Explores celestial realms 

I am not yet lost

Yesterday is gone

A place we can’t go back to

Water flows downstream 

In distant twilight 

A tawny owl hunting low 

Should have stayed at home 

Watching distant hills

From the darkness of my will

I wander them still 

Steady summer storms 

Wash away sandy footprints

Worms come out to play 

Every tiny crack

A home for weeds and migrants 

Hold tight little ones

Inbetween torrents

Dragonfly wings a quiver

Glowing spectral haze

Melodies vanish 

By bending broken branches 

Into the darkness 

Golden grains of sand 

Sipping through the glass of wine 

Until I forget