Tales from the edge of the morning sky

Send us Fan Mail Clover The scent   of evening clover,  soft,  upon the evening airs,  summer closing  gracefully,  the day  hushed,  the night falling  swiftly,  upon the terrace stairs for there are lights,  and laughter here,  the tinkling  of glasses the afterglow  paling  as twilight  gently, slowly falls shadows lengthen, stars whisper silence,  silence, as a last blackbird scurries  and acr...

Send us Fan Mail A day of crystal blue  and thin, fragile  morning light,  a single star hangs  in the heavens,  the last watcher  of a passing night. For the wind, is soft and gentle  passing through  the brittle hands  of leaves,  their trees bending,  moaning softly  in the memory  laden breeze. For August  her lanes and fields,  empty of summer,  are passing ever  so quickly now,  as shadows s...

Send us Fan Mail A dream of flight, wings, skies and change after observing two Red Kites in flight. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com

Send us Fan Mail I never would  have thought,  that time  would pass  in dances of silver  and in gold,  the minutes  like hours  and days  like prophecies  unforetold,  for tonight  the moon  is slipping, away  from the eastern  sky,  chasing dreams  of a summer’s day,  for she left him and alone did time  without saying farewell and goodbye. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audien...

Send us Fan Mail Mr. Moonlight I mean, really, who does he think he is? Mr. Romantic? Time he was brought back to earth for he’s up there again, you know, changing his face from a grin, to a smile, to a grimace and then doing his disappearing act again. I’ve seen it too many time, slipping and sliding across the sky, aloof, the slight ironic tilting his head to one side as if saying, ‘hey, look at...

Send us Fan Mail Afterwards (the still life of trees) After the rain,  I walked  finding home  in the hidden dark,  the lane was empty,  the houses silent,  their windows shut,  trees dripped  in front gardens,  nodding in the shadows  of streetlights  as I walked,  quietly,  slowly,  into the past.  The earth,  at last, had exhaled,  the thunder  had cleared  the evening skies,  the dream,  of ra...

Send us Fan Mail Waterfall, waterfall listening to your  warning voices of the coming flood,  waterfall, waterfall, I would silence them if I could for the skies grow darker, and it’s not for today for the flood will come ‘don’t wait, don’t wait  for them,’ they murmur, ‘for the future is written in the waves of another day,’ And as above the birds sing, from silence  to silence and the close  of...

Send us Fan Mail As the three invisibly watched each other, the three events happened simultaneously. For a second time, George noticed it first… Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com

Send us Fan Mail The Death of Books She wrote to me  about the death  of books,  I didn’t understand,  until I read  what I had written with my very own hand  for then I saw  my words,  empty,  without life  upon the page, and realised the loss  of imagination,  is the symptom of wisdom deceased,  at any age. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest s...

Send us Fan Mail A Thousand Whispered Goodbyes  Gone are the stars,  the summer airs  of June  and July,  for August  he waits,  September beckons,  time wanders,  aimlessly,  holding  the lantern moon,  searching for answers,  hidden in  the trembling forests and in a thousand  whispered goodbyes. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further...

Send us Fan Mail The Calling Calling  the geese  across an autumn  sky,  dreams the summer  of August,  sleeping  stupefied,  for the blossom,  the nectar,  the droplets  of morning dew,  sunlight  awakens  in promises,  promises  that spring  never knew. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do giv...

Send us Fan Mail Still (another one) Suddenly it became more than me. The silence. As if pressing against this time from all sides with waves of when. Not a whisper of a breeze, not a sound but that of the flight of a last bird, swooping, diving, skimming the last of daylight with her wings from a slumbering earth. And so I looked up, saw the orange afterglow, the last of high summer skies. I watc...

Send us Fan Mail Roar The house  shook,  roof trembled,  rain battered  slates lashed with the hard pain  of an emptying sky, inside cowering sheltering blinking beneath, the windows  rattled,  weeped,  reflected back  the blue black blindness  of night  no more  Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! An...

Send us Fan Mail An apple, too early,  rolling down,  before me,  along summer’s lane,  to where  do you race  dear summer? where lies July  now forgotten,  through  this darkened window pane? For all  is forgiven,  the heat,  the sun the hard  baked summer  and earth,  so do, please,  come back  and whisper, again through the trees and lift  the moon  heavenwards the swallows higher once again ea...

Send us Fan Mail Pine resin  and morning,  fragrances  of early dawn,  the moon slipping  in silver,  across the forest  edges of light,  for hushed  are the last stars  in stillness,  and the whispering  farewell  of night. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlema...

Send us Fan Mail The Tinder Box Garden And so begins  another day,  of heat and silence,  already the apple trees  wilt under the weight  of the harvest year,  each full, each heavy,  with the light  and warmth  of the summer sun,  and here,  in the cool shade  of early shadows,  the first breath  of the hush and wind,  whisper, play and falter,  resting awhile, upon the crisp  and wrinkled hands ...

Send us Fan Mail Here (for July) I’m sitting,  here in silence, in shadows, in the soft hush  the dusk of early night, the first of stars hanging  from whispering trees, thinking dreaming hearing your voice missing you in whispers  the wind leaves in quietude’s garden, blossoming in moonlight, goodnight, she sings through the silence, goodnight, goodnight. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know...

Send us Fan Mail The Memory  of Trees  Along the lane, and beyond  the curve of the rising  hill, our trees knot  and whisper,  their leaves arching high overhead, their branches  sway, the wind,  soothes trembles, and wanders, between sky,  cloud  and  sea,  and along  that beach, beyond the crest of the last edge,  the last curve  of tides,  and a distant  shore, we walk  and remember,  for the...

Send us Fan Mail Silver-Light Early evening  and dusk, the sun slips  across the thinning  crepuscular sky, and beyond  the silent trees each leaf  whispers a silent hush, for the first  of stars rise  above the shadows of approaching night, and all  is still all is  silent as the distant  wings of moon hint of August and the coming of silver-light Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my a...

Send us Fan Mail Wishing Rain (for August) Sitting,  listening, feeling  the afternoon wind carry the sky  of falling rain,  like music,  like memories, dancing moments  of thousands, wishing  to the hidden  and stars, that  I can  see, smile  and laugh, with you once again.  Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for m...

Send us Fan Mail For Today  Beautiful  this morning,  slow,  like a good wine,  to be sipped,  are these falling  calendar  of days,  for how quickly  passes time her sails and ships over seas,  For with life,  love and wonder, these beautiful  skies pass so quickly   away, so with  the soft gentle reminder  of waves, no better now to live, than  for today. Dedicated to RDK Feel free to contact me...

Send us Fan Mail From Dusk to Dawn And hushed is this evening,  the first stars,  a distant plane  turning brightly,  high,  in the last glimpse  of this summer sky,  there’s a whisper  of distant traffic,  the final call  of a gentle wind,   and so I think  fondly  of you,  this night and will dream of the dawn that seeing you once again  that light  and morning a kiss of life will bring. Feel fr...

Send us Fan Mail The Jewel’s Eye  5 He stopped. As ever he noticed her. The curtain twitch. The shadow behind the fine Edwardian style gauze. The green window frames, gables and gate. He saw the sun glitter off the chimney stack television aerial. Felt Patch bristle as he noticed the cat stop, pause, and clean his paws as if asking for trouble. Knowing he was. He hadn’t seen George- not since a lo...

Send us Fan Mail She watched again. The boy opened the gate, his dog guarding the newspapers, eyes alert, ears keen, listening, looking, waiting for any trouble. The cat was nonchalantly sitting, cleaning her paws in the middle of the road, the morning sun catching her almost orange fur in a glow of incandescence. He sauntered up the garden path, skipped across the broken paving stones and launche...

Send us Fan Mail Under the Walnut Tree And here  is the wind,  whispering  softly,  through the fine  fingers  of leaves  and through  my wandering  thoughts  beneath  the walnut tree,  for here  summer rests  upon the flickering  shadows  of trees, as time  weaves  through  these passing  moments,  silently. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest s...