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De Jeune
Sometimes, inspiration and imagination have strange effects.
De Jeune
Swallows dive, swoon
like wind-swayed ink drops
down, and beyond the light:
swallowed by the sky,
flown blue, over
road-birds – honed
by simple flight.
Like arrows in Canada
in thunderhead afternoons:
clouds rolling, rutting hinds
in migration, pounding sand-trails,
...Monday 27th November 2017 9:56 am
Above the Valley
As we pass through this Autumn realm,
See the valley bound wraiths of mist
Withdrawing like a tide from the willow
Islands of the marshland
With their starkly black boughed trees
Damply dripping with the mist's remains,
Chill air swirls in the rising breeze, and
Black starlings line the wires beyond a barn
But the red kite in his higher flight
Is lost to sight
...
Wednesday 1st November 2017 2:35 pm
Solitude
Solitude
Autumn solitude
in a world of two colours
the rush of the wind.
Chris Hubbard
2016
Thursday 26th October 2017 12:58 pm
Autumn
And then, suddenly, it was calm - the morning wind which threw
rain hard against the window panes and sent beech leaves rushing
across the grass to pile gold-brown against all that the borders grew,
all slowly dulling their greens to wet, muted browns, brushing
the soil as their leaves curl and droop - vibrant Spring-strength gone,
fading sadly.
The wind ...
Wednesday 11th October 2017 10:50 am
End of Summer
The end of the season
Brought to a close
Even when there’s a reason
Summer comes and goes
Do you know your summer’s a-fading,
Do you remember?
The hot sun, the warm cooled nights waning
Into September.
School was gone, and I — carefree all along
Oh! Now my old school worries are back
As that sun sets, I’m in sad song
Those shining days, soon to lack
The air beco...
Friday 4th August 2017 11:42 pm
Druid Lane
We came upon
A mystic way leading nowhere but the hills.
Floored in leaves, tree roofed, bank-bound
Untrodden but by wanderers for centuries past.
What lay beyond, worthy of such industry?
Perhaps a long forgotten hearth tenured by shepherd or crone.
Or did this tended track pass on to a hilltop way:
Miles now lost to grass and sheep,
A one-time druidic path to some time-er...
Thursday 15th June 2017 4:30 pm
Wales
Have you been to Wales I say
Really been to Wales
That mystic land of tales and song
On my doorstep my younger days
No boundaries to get there but a different land
Verdant colours and sounds so still
Sparkling, shifting, summer greens
Autumn hues to confound your eyes
Smells of earth so ancient it shifts your mind
Find your spot to drink it in
Sea, mountain, valley, ...
Saturday 13th May 2017 8:08 pm
He bleeds Autumn.
Your skin like the yellow brick road,
and what is it that creates that rush of blush?
I’d love to shovel out your flesh or drill through your cheeks
to reach those autumn leaves,
that grow behind the golden weeds,
the red leaves that were never green.
No, never new, they never grew,
they stayed and they remained:
Dying, but never dead,
thriving, behind your face of ...
Friday 31st March 2017 3:47 pm
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