Tag Archives: walking

Stretching

October 7, 2017beauty, Life, poem, PoetryLife, nature, poem, poetry, sun, Sunset, walkingThe Cheesesellers Wife

The big oaks at the corner
stretch their leaves to gather the evening sun.
A breeze lifts and turns them,
dark, bright, bright, dark.
Giving a green glitter effect
that entrances me
starting the long stretching walk along the lane.

As I walk, the sun lights overhead leaves,
creates broderie anglais shadows
where cars slowly trail only feet apart.
Above a lacy sheet of alto cumulus spreads
pierced by the setting suns laser rays
up to the stratosphere.

I pause to enjoy, then
move on past the McDonalds drive in.
Cars queue for their Friday night treat
around the roundabout and beyond.
Full of the bored and restless.

And I retrace my steps
on the sunlit stretching walk
back towards home.

Fellow Traveller

August 30, 2017beauty, exmoor, Life, nature, poem, Poetry, Wild lifeDeer, exmoor, Life, nature, poem, poetry, walking, Wild lifeThe Cheesesellers Wife

Drowsing on the wayside
Halfway through our walk
We are stopped
Something rustles and I open my eyes
Raise my head
There in the red tipped grasses of the moor
Stands a doe, ears twitching
Black liquid eyes gazing into mine
Two creatures on the uplands
We exchange something in that moment
Before the nearby bleat of a sheep
Startles us each
And the moment and doe are both gone

Shallowford

July 8, 2017beauty, nature, poem, Poetrybeauty, exmoor, Life, nature, poem, poetry, travel, walkingThe Cheesesellers Wife

Hard round folds of green billow down to a cleft
A valley in the high moor
Ahead, a quilt of brighter hue lies piecemeal
Where wild moor has been tamed
As we walk, a second valley reveals itself
A child of fields not moor, sweet and wooded
At the meeting of the valleys we will turn to leave
The quiet high places, these hard round folds of green

We are walking on Exmoor this week

Cliff

January 7, 2017Life, nature, poem, Poetry, winteranxiety, fear, Hiking, Life, Mount Plynlimon, nature, poem, Technology, Wales, walkingThe Cheesesellers Wife

Cliff

I cannot take a breath
Swallow air
Rigid ribcage imprisons
Eyes fixated on the depth
A glinting lake beckons below
Made small by distance
Encircled by this cliff face
Glacially ground out
A bowl caverned into the mountain
Looking down exerts a pull
Closer to the cliff edge
Inhaling, stepping back
Defying the call of the cwm.

Crying the moor

December 21, 2016art, beauty, exmoor, Life, nature, poem, Poetrybeauty, England, exmoor, Hiking, Hollocombe Water, Life, Moor, nature, Peat, photo, photo art, photogragh, poem, poetry, sheep, travel, walkingThe Cheesesellers Wife

Crying the moor

Sedge and moss, peat and grass
Cover the uplands
Sheep run from us, cattle simply watch
Clouds scud past, rain threatens
Stone track turns to muddy path
As we descend to the combe
Past the ruins, past the ponies
Towards the burble of falling water
The fluidity that carved the hill folds
The agent that governs this landscape
Made manifest in Hollocombe Water

Walking in the Park

June 24, 2016archeology, beauty, nature, Poetryarcheology, beauty, color, Life, nature, poem, poetry, summer, walkingThe Cheesesellers Wife

Walking in the Park

They have mown the grass in the park
Well, most of it
The scent is wonderful
It has been left long on the Bronze Age burial mounds
Where the wild grass flowers form a purpled haze
Behind, Foxgloves spike up from the drainage ditch into the hedge
I walk up the southern mound to find the stone marked PEACE
Commemorating more recent dead from civil war
The sky is littered with clouds white and gray
As its blue darkens towards twilight
On this long June evening
After a day of rain
The scent of new mown grass says
Summer