Tales from the edge of the morning sky

Send us Fan Mail Time Rivers Time rivers  of sunlight  across an ocean,  morning through  the dawning hours  of sky,  cool winds, pass the fading stars  of midnight,  for July watches,  blinking,  the days  of midsummer, in glory,  in the lengthening  of shadows  hurrying by. 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 Hold On! Hold on  to the now,  it’s bigger  and deeper,  than what you  might think,  for the present  is more than time,  more than an eye  that can blink,  instead,  let go  of the past  that once  created your way,  and worry  not too much of the future,  for nothing is there yet,  other than  what you can  redeem from the treasure you discover today. Feel free to contact me. B...

Send us Fan Mail As the years pass, the days open  and close,  in the meadows  of seasons  with the blossom  of memories,  amidst our garden  of flowers, how beautiful  it is then to see the dawn each day, the smile  of life in the passing  of silence  in the hurry of hours. 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...

Send us Fan Mail Out of the morning,  as the sun eclipses  the shadows  chasing the birth  of Morning light,  are a thousand letters thrown,  in handfuls  across the horizon,  in flickers  of wings,  and tremulous calls  to fly,  a rush,  of starlings  and swallows,  spin,  dart  and dash,  in the shimmering blue,  of dawning skies.  Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and...

Send us Fan Mail New rain  falling,  clearing  morning skies,  pools   of blue,  glimpses of sunlight, dancing across  the dawn, smiling, with her  beautiful  eyes. 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 Midsummer rain  the skies closed,  from the summer stars,  the wind whispers,  through the spectral darkness,  along the lanes  and edges, a silent procession,  the headlights gleaming flickering,  and vanishing,  the last homeward journey  of passing cars,  and above,  the moon in glimpses  rises,  between the gathering clouds,  mists in wraiths,  wreathes,  and watching,  hide b...

Send us Fan Mail Goodnight to the  Westward Skies The day  has emptied,  the light fading  beyond the drifting clouds that sail in ships  across the westward tides  And before  this coming night,  of sleep,  before I slip  between the dreams  of what might have been, I’ll open my eyes  for one last time,  and look beyond,  above the crowds  of trees,  to the spaces of the flickering leaves,  and h...

Send us Fan Mail Dawn Dawn, thinking of you  this evening, the light is fading  fast, everything changes with the seasons, for only life, and love, shall last. 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 take my cup of coffee,  and sit beside the window,  and look out to the silver dance,  the tears  of raindrops,  upon the window pane,  ‘for ‘tis true summer lies  hidden,  between the fall  of Autumn and the springtime leaf  of trees,  and between the deepening  the shadows,  of clouds  and this early morning grey,  but before my time  is over  I can sit here awhile  and wonder...

Send us Fan Mail The Restless Sea By the tide  the riddle  of lines,  etched in sand across an empty beach, I walk, the sky tips  a restless wind  to the waves,  to the sea forever  out of time, hours  and years: horizons  out of reach  edging closer,  ever closer  to the emptying sea,  for the restlessness  of skies  to the emptying  life  of me as above,  upon the wind,  the clouds billow  in gr...

Send us Fan Mail For Only Only in the silence,  the way  the blackbird sings,  above the cicadas,  beneath  the gathering storm  can you hear the deepening skies,  that June will bring For with  the ragged thunder,  her furious fists  and fragments  of light, the earth  will shatter from the stars  the evening moon,  and still  the coming dark of this summer night. Feel free to contact me. Be nice...

Send us Fan Mail June June, ohJune! You’re arrived  and far too soon in three weeks summer will have passed And September  will be here  far too fast for the twenty first comes,  the longest day  and then thereafter  dearest June you will, like time  have flown  away! 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 writin...

Send us Fan Mail Time   Time, droplets of morning, from a weeping,  changing sky, ‘Where did it all go?’ whispered the evening wind, ‘In silence,’  answered the starlight, ‘With me,’  said the moonlight, ‘for I follow the sun  as you can, forever,’ as he slipped  beyond the hilltops, and returned  the morning’s  goodbye.   Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you...

Send us Fan Mail They sing  of night  and Morning,  the declining day, the awakening of dawning skies, the first  and last of evening stars, the kiss of light, here to stay, for upon  the woodlands  the color  of life, the smiles  the touch  of summer gold, I think  of you, dear September  for time passes as you foretold.  Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you...

Send us Fan Mail Music Man Before the applause, he stood, listening after playing, hearing the accolades, of the full house standing, his band having left the stage, a dream of musicians, having changed like the springtime skies of creativity he had journeyed through in decades across the world.  Tall, in his early sixty of years, tousled hair, thin arms, black trousers, shirt and sneakers, he loo...

Send us Fan Mail Evening light,  across the garden,  shadows fall  hours pass,  slowly hidden,  behind the wind. 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 They sing tonight, of the soft hush of evening, the last blackbirds, before the dawn of morning skies, the daylight hours, fade into the afterglow of dusk, upon great flotillas, their sailing ships, turning upon invisible winds and the rising evening tides, but before I rest my eyes, to dream, and close the hours of day, whilst the shadows still lengthen, the sun slipping into the...

Send us Fan Mail Moonlight I cycled home under the moonlight, the pale blossom of starlight, the late evening afterglow, the heat of the day in cloaks and eddies of breathlessness, the last of fading shadows of an early summers day, for the lane was long and magic, stretched in curves of silver across the folds and ploughing of fields, the darkness seeping in fingers and shadows, as the night pres...

Send us Fan Mail Dawn Dawn,  I’m thinking  of you  this evening,  for the light  of day  is fading fast,  everything changes  with the seasons,  for only life  and love  shall blossom, until this day has passed. 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 Swallows  Tipping,  turning,  under the slate-grey,  the thunder morning  the deepening dark of May time skies, a weaving,  of invisible lines of invisible light, above the fields the pointing church, the winding lane, for June is near  and high summer  waits  beneath the green, the swallows,  silent, singing, here again. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is...

Send us Fan Mail I left I left  the church, the bells,  and silence,  and journeyed deeper  into the settling dusk,  the skies were fading,  further, into the twilight evening  the distant views and rural hush, and as I left  for the country,  into the quiet  the fading  of a summer’s day,  I went further through the golden light  of evening, into the fading  skies,  to a place so near yet far awa...

Send us Fan Mail No Words Just the silence,  the evening,  the hush  of distance,  the closing  of the day,  distant bells,  chime  across empty spaces,  open to the skies,  the stars,  and silence  since you last passed  through this way,  for although the evening   is fading,  the night falling  from light,  into shadows,  into the softness  of dusk,  I hold an image  of you,  in my arms,  for d...

Send us Fan Mail Orchard Lane Dawn awakens,  clear skies  after the rain,  washed from the spring,  May into summer,  oceans of light into morning blue, Life continues,  to sing again. For June is waiting,   in lengthening days, the last blossom  across the orchard lane footsteps taken, in the garden of years, the fruits of time.  another year,  never the same.  And so the light falls, across the...

Send us Fan Mail The first was the wind,  warm and blustery,  the blossoms  of sunshine in disarray,  as the sky darkened  in frowns and fists  of gathering clouds,  shredding and tearing  the heavens from billowing blue  to towers of black  and simmering shields  of thunder gold  and evening grey…. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some furthe...

Send us Fan Mail The  Last Song (of Spring) The last song  of evening,  the first light  of a new born day,  the streets and houses  are empty,  smiles gone,  since you went  away,  for spring  you have departed  and summer is near,  but time  does not lie,  nor skies lie still  in wonder,  for life passes  quickly  since the last April day,  for May you see  is older  as the year passes by,  five...