Light

Soft rays breeze silver for waxing green leaves

Red berry hands beauty to stem strangled weeds

Crows hack out the skyline

Slime chewed rooting succumbs to their fate

Wood pigeon soothes hedgerows of dense

Sparrow space

Tall grass bows their seed heads

While nestling docks bring

Damp balm to the woodlouse

And the nettles sharp sting.

Intoning

Intoning the bells of my brethren

Gasping within their air

I cling to this sofa as

Limbs and fire storms roam

through  districts of carnage

That they once called home.

I pray that in this moment

They may see through my eyes

That they may be opened, relieved

Re moved by the beauty outside my door

Re-joined and re-made

Within this same planet

This same moment

To taste again the nectar of

Bees suckling yellows, oranges and

Yes even these blood red poppies

Shaded and shaved

Beneath the olive tree’s

Translucent bark.

For rested air

For rested air

Libatious watering drunk in the nowness

Sentient timpani’s tickling Her leaves

Musical prowess set reed-sways to breathe-time

Key-swings of bees-wing shock bass-lines conceived.

Symphonies of Beauty skien richly dense air

Mesmeric chip-chip-chaff, thwip-thwip-swift their peers

Searching for feathering and perch-deep soft armouries

As Love performs harmonies in sweet Mystical spheres.

After hearing the beautiful album Elements of Nature (Song of the forest) by Matthew Heyse-Moore

If not me

Oh

wood pigeon you deep throat

cry me to mate.

Neck ballooning with longing

you resonate

above these slates

this mist, that

diesel track to Weston.

The roof top between us

is hiding my presence.

Acting the beat box.

What have you in store for me?

What desires drive your calling

to chimneyed horizons?

How far do you fly

your bare twigs

to nest hopes on

this city bird table.

Prepare to entice me

To your perch

and if not me, then

Who, who, who?

Who, who, who?