Category Archives: beauty

There are never enough photos of Pico

June 20, 2018Azores, beauty, poem, Poetryazores, Mountain, Pico, poem, poetry, volcanoThe Cheesesellers Wife

There are never enough photos of Pico
Says he, as he takes yet one more
The light has changed again
And the mountain looks about to roar
We’ve flown over and around her
Driven along her lower slopes
But the best view is away from her
From little Horta’s shore

The mountain slumbers on
Fuji slopes gracefully curving down
She glows rose in the dawns light
By midday she can glower and frown
Clouds drape her and embrace her
Shadowing scree and walled in grapevine
However far we travel away from her
Somehow that volcano is always mine

Re-blogged from 2015

Flower

June 16, 2018beauty, Life, love, poem, Poetryflower, flowers, Life, love, poem, poetry, walkingThe Cheesesellers Wife

I held a flower in my hand
Delicate, whole, perfect
A small world within itself
And, as we searched for a gate.
A stile, by which to leave the field,
I crushed it.

Exmoor Spring

May 23, 2018beauty, England, exmoor, poem, PoetryEngland, exmoor, poem, poetry, rhyme, sheep, spring, springtimeThe Cheesesellers Wife

Sheep gnaw at clumps of grass
Buttercups shine as yellow cut-glass
Bluebells haze and blue a bare hill bereft of a wood
And I laze where struggling shepherds once stood.

Stone in the water

May 9, 2018beauty, nature, poem, Poetry, springtimebeauty, exmoor, Life, poem, poetry, spring, springtimeThe Cheesesellers Wife

Deep plunge pool in the heart of the moor
Centred in spring time unfurling of bracken
Shadowed by a twisted thorn tree
Water pours in over a mossy lip
Large pebbles line the sloping
Glowing colours in crystal water

Something falls
Breaks the surface
Circles upon circles radiate
Contours ripple to a point of disappearance
Sparkle in the dawn light
Stone in the water

Re-blogged from 2016.

Study in Yellow

May 2, 2018beauty, garden, Life, nature, poem, Poetry, springtimeLife, nature, poem, poetry, primroses, spring, springtime, yellowThe Cheesesellers Wife

Pale primrose lies by the chicken pen
Bold Daffodils stand up in the border
Screaming Marsh Marigold calls from the pond
Subtle oranges somehow manage to cool down the tubbed Narcissi
Spring yells yellow in my garden

Re-blogged from 2016, when spring was actually warm, unlike the chill this year….

Sunset at Round Hill

April 7, 2018art, beauty, England, nature, poem, Poetrybeauty, England, nature, poem, poetry, sun, SunsetThe Cheesesellers Wife

Dusk wallows in the hill folds
waiting to be let loose,
shadows settle between trees
as birds settle on the branches.

Westwards, the sky is marmalade.
Laced with lemon rays,
horizon hugging clouds obscure
the main event.

Stars like Water

March 29, 2018astronomy, beauty, poem, Poetryastronomy, beauty, Milky Way, night, poem, poetry, sky, starsThe Cheesesellers Wife

Stars poured over sky
like water over stones
arcing through banks of vast dark.
An owl calls softly
so as to not break
the spell of night.

Winter Sun

March 12, 2018beauty, nature, poem, Poetry, winterbeauty, nature, sun, Sunset, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

The sky is empty
pale winter blue
a single bar of cloud
hovers over the western horizon
and, as I drive
the sun dips behind it
the edges of the cloud glow silver.
The strong beauty almost takes me off the road

Re-blogged from 2016…..

Snorkel

March 7, 2018Azores, beauty, nature, poem, Poetry, Wild lifeazores, dolphins, Eagle rays, nature, poem, poetry, snorkeling, travel, wildlifeThe Cheesesellers Wife

In the bay
A furious scrum of fishes
Contesting over I know not what
Eagle rays glide above
Between islands
Atlantic swell buffets
Dolphins sway and swerve
Deep below me

Re-blogged from 2016….

Rocks

March 3, 2018beauty, England, philosophy, poem, Poetry, Science, science poetrybeauty, geology, Life, poem, poetry, rocks, science, science poetry, space, time, travelThe Cheesesellers Wife

Unimaginably ancient, preserving moments in time;
billion year old pebbles from unknown floods
bones fallen into an ancient abyss
ten thousand year old footprints along an English estuary.
Sitting on a rock, you touch time.

Rocks move. They melt and set, erode to dust
and then the dust settles
forms new rock over time almost unimaginable.
This undulating plain formed at great depths
was thrust up to mountainous heights
now lies placid for your walking comfort.

Go find a rock
and travel in time and space.