Two Thousand and Ten

Snow, beautiful snow,
Angels, footprints, sledging,
Walking on the moor,
Becky’s perfect ice house.

Scotland, jaw-dropping vistas,
Nature raw and exposed,
Unexpected happenings and
Departures, emotion and sanctuary.

Retreat to the mind,
A one of a kind,
Not for the hills after all,
Stay in the mix.

She slid into the water,
This is it,
Much laughter
And eventually we’re paddling along.

Back down south,
Opportunities, possibilities
Only to discover the false dawn,
More tears and surrendering to the mystery.

Walks in the woods,
On the trail of beau fizz,
Instead I looked to the stars
And found my heart stolen.

Sun, beach, sand and sea.
Moors, pony’s, heather and gorse.
Heaven on earth.
Music, moons and dancing til dawn.

Falling, falling, falling
Down the rabbit hole,
Only to look behind,
To see the end of time.

Over land and under sea,
To foreign lands,
Many people, too many
Memories, the best yet.

Home, home of sorts,
Questions and stalling,
Eventually to a halt,
The biggest surprise of them all.

I hear the sound of the drum
And I am gone
On another adventure,
Above the trees to the mountains.

Gone from this physical world,
Nothing will be the same again,
I’m sorrier than words can say,
The greatest love of them all.

Tears roll like never before,
And yet I discovered
You’re as close
As it takes to close my eyes.

Owl is my friend,
You are too,
Forever true,
My little boo.

This way and that way,
Trying to find my way,
My words,
Drowning in others.

Too many voices,
Too many choices,
I am on the road
Again no knowing where I’ll go.

Find my way to you again,
Trying to keep true to me,
Moving this way and that,
Looking for me.

Pushing hard to the horizon,
Diving to the depths,
Not turning away,
Holding on to the rails.

Hard to hear,
Hurts to watch,
Heart can’t feel no more,
It's too much!

Catch my breath,
Time to reflect,
Many blessings, new friends,
Experiences beyond compare.

Thank you everyone
And everything
I dare not blink
Don’t want to miss a thing.

Is it ever too late?

An outsider
Bursting in a cosy room
With familiar faces
Stories have grown
Been fed in my absence
And now I ask, can I
Knit myself back in?
Is it ever too late?

Early Morning on Dartmoor

A new day
Stamped in gold
By the morning sun
Orange burnt on the hillside
Moss Green covered stones
Lining the road, where
Startled white rotund sheep
Scuttle and skip
Grey rocks jut above the
Skyline like dinosaur bones
And the round brown hoof
Prints of a passing pony
Lead off into the distant
Mist

The Emptiness of Nothing

The emptiness of nothing
Is as it is
Could it be any other way?
Look closer,
Closer again
The emptiness of nothing
Is what you perceive
I see mountains, trees
And lakes covered in snow
Geese flying above
A fox glancing an eye
On high
The emptiness of nothing
Is as it is
What do you see?