autumn feeling the earth turn
autumn colour that tree I never noticed before
autumn the irony of that final gold.
rolls to shore
STAUNIN STANES Thir are those Wha seek meanin In the alignment O staunin stanes. Wha line up The stars an mune An track the shaddies Imprintit by the sun. Thir are ithers Wha accept a mystery Fir whit it is, Beyon an answer, Perhaps it is eneuch To staun an look Within these places. The stanes become Question merks Embedded in The deep pages O the lanscape. Sumtimes, wi can Dig too deep, An tapple too Mony unknowns. This is space eneuch Tae leave alane, Tae wunner an dream, As wi search Fir yon lane stane We ken is oot there, But is alwise Jist oot o reach. Derek Ross
Winter his settled
oan the wood,
the wood his settled
hauns are stilled,
an noo the trees
lettin the leaves
cover the scars
o anither year.
A wee visit to my favourite boatyard. Just love the textures to be found there!
Jerhico Loch Small waves crackle along the loch edge. Small waves, but deep enough to douse all those doubts that simmer. We are calm, our eyes warmed by the flicker of sun on water, and there!, the flash of a dragonfly. Who knew? The loch could hold so many stars, Who knew? we could glimpse the spark between grass tip and air.
Shadowland Light hides amongst the trees, drawing us in to seek it out. We step though a shadowland, watching the world, flicker…flicker. Then, there it is, bright and clear. a glint in the eye, a sparkle. We have found our way again, The light was there all the time.