Tales from the edge of the morning sky

Send us Fan Mail Towering skies,  across mountains  of clouds,  in the collapsing dusk,  rain clears  from the starlit skies,  the evening falls  into shadows,  as she must,  as she must. 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 Watchmaker switched off, the cameras winked and rippled before her eyes, and as quickly as they had been conjured virtually, they vanished and she was left alone… 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 In the fields  of early May,  when the skies  have settled  in a deepening ocean in summer dreams and blue,  when the sun is setting fresh, warm and still, I see the waves  of wheatgrass,  and the tides  of forest light  upon the distant hill,  and here I tarry  upon the open road,  the road that is homeward,  before the invisible, the guidance stars,  for above, they whisper  of...

Send us Fan Mail Something  is coming,  you can feel it  in the air, whispered in the trees a tingling,  at the back  of your neck,  for above, the sky is  black,  coal black, slate black, jet black, the clouds deepening  the premature  darkness,  thickening,  with large clouds  pressing  the light  to dusk to darkness overhead, even the cicadas  have stopped singing the gaps  of silence muffled, ...

Send us Fan Mail The first (of summer). The first  of summer,  of moonlight,  the birds  still awake  it’s true,  and though the hours  are long  and time quickens,  morning will come,  May blossoms  will fall, and June? June will smile  her heavenly blue. 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 gi...

Send us Fan Mail Last Song 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 months  until Au...

Send us Fan Mail Schmetterling  I saw her flight,  pirouetting in poetry,  through the early summer blue  of sky,  her wings flickered  in the afternoon silence,  and then she settled  upon my open hand,  and taught me how to fly,  for there she rested  in moments that opened,  in the blossoming seconds  of hours,  I opened my eyes  at last, to wonder for before me stood  my lifetimes,  of past an...

Send us Fan Mail Summ(h)er The sun lay,  hidden,  behind morning clouds,  the fields  and woodlands,  covered in mists,  of dawning shrouds,  and above, the tapestries  of birdsong,  in the breathless hush  of a new day sky I saw the wings  of summer, as May kissed the blossom of Spring goodbye. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further to...

Send us Fan Mail Touch (Time Stand Still) Touch with your hands, the last hush  of sunlight,  and listen  to the slowing chatter  of cicadas in the stillness of dusk,  that is yet to fall,  and await awhile for the coming  of night,  and listen  to the echoes,  of a blackbird’s  evening call,  for here, along this country lane, take the time  to stop awhile,  beside  this passing place,  listening...

Send us Fan Mail (May) the Fête  Under blue skies  the people throng, youth  of all ages and stages, in waves  and tides  of color,  frivolity, novelty  and fun, for with the heat of spring, each tide  of generations to come,  are the colors  of life, this carnival  together,  processions, possessions, obsessions,  all arm  in arm through wonder through light, and from  the afternoon to dusk, to s...

Send us Fan Mail The Heart of Morning Every time  I step outside,  to hear  the cicadas,  the last  of the blackbirds  before the evening’s  dusk  and sleep,  I look west  beyond the skies,  the last  of twilight  the dreams  of stars  and life  to keep,  for dawn will come  to rise again,  the night to pass the day to be  born in wonder  and blossom  when  the beauty of you, the heart of morning,...

Send us Fan Mail (May it) Rain Rain,  grey skies,  clouds  of darkness,  journeying into the fall  of night,  thinking  of hidden stars,  of morning,  dawn,  and sunlight,  For I’m racing between  the shadows,  homeward  bound,  dreaming  of daylight  a flower,  a gift of time,  for the beauty  of you is forever  and found. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps yo...

Send us Fan Mail The day after Empty streets full with ghosts  lost under  empty skies as black clouds, gather the darkness, in memories  of evening waiting  to be found for it’s still early morning from yesterday as a street car  weaves  between abandoned buildings, and automobiles parked in fists across the road and as if at random  a single crow picks  from the trash  it’s black eyes mirrors ba...

Send us Fan Mail Thunder Morning And so she arrives in the first  of mornings, the sky pressing  to the awaiting earth, for in the birdsong,  the weaving choirs  of colors,  in the steels  slates  of silences,   in the memories hidden,  in the shadows  and greens  of spring line birth, For it is now that the month,  of May is born,  Born in dreams  of yesterdays,  the bygone winter,  the promise ...

Send us Fan Mail Yew,  a tree  of time,  stands still  upon the hillside,  watching the stars  wheel and curtsy  overhead,  the years pass  in seconds time,  the hours left in silence and dawn for the hangman’s  gold instead. 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@googlem...

Send us Fan Mail The words were like whispers in the darkness…’at first it began with not noticing,’ recalled the Watchmaker, as she was interviewed later in the memory chambers  by the Director of the Association of Values… 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 …of morning Of morning  sitting here  under the balcony,  surrounded  by memories, of light  and sunshine,  dreaming  of summer  amidst falling songs,  the tears  and choirs  and of  morning rain. 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 dream… The dream  of falling,  the skies, slate black  and grey  with lingering clouds,  trees hang,  with colored blossom,  running tears  on broken windows,  dawn to life  to wonder,  the coming of May. 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@googlem...

Send us Fan Mail At Sunset Sunset falling,  lights on the hill,  shadows lengthening,  stars in the fading dusk,   dreaming of you still,  the pathway  is dark now,  the leaves  of life, hidden,  beyond the end  of day,  footsteps quietly  echoing, across the stepping stones, since you passed  through this way,  for a bird is singing, closing the evening  beside the memory of you a last and silent...

Send us Fan Mail 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 Upon the summer hillside, in early morning,  upon the summer side  of May,  she walked across  the empty fields,  waiting for the sunrise  and the start  of another day.  Her mane shone  in silver,  her eyes flamed  with the wonder  of the awakening sun,  she flickered her tail  across the morning,  bringing dawn  and sunlight,  for the dawn,  in symphonies,  had just begun.  She...

Send us Fan Mail Taken to rest The close  of the day  has slowly fallen,  the tides,  far and out  with the rising  springtime moon,  the last sighs  of evening  have lifted the stars,  to an awaiting heaven,  and before I leave  for sleep, I’ll let the night  close, around my eyes,  to the dream  of time  of life,  and the wonders  that can’t come  tonight,  too soon… Feel free to contact me. Be...

Send us Fan Mail Window There’s a window  on the world  tonight,  looking beyond  the rooftops,  into the heart  of a deepening night. It’s so still  out there,  beyond the garden,  through the early  springtime,  the drifting clouds,  behind  the moon  and light. And above,  the sky,  shimmering,  across the pools  of water,  the teardrops fall fragile,  the stars, hushed  and gentle,  in their f...

Send us Fan Mail Fragrance Upon the fragrant lawns  of spring,  summer is slowly  coming,  her promises in birdsong  budding, the liquid honey  of sunlight   calling the song of bees. 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 People started not to notice after a while. At first, of course, there was a general alarm, an illness, an epidemic of concern of the monotony of living which reached a peak of media attention and then like a storm, as quickly as it had come, it was forgotten, as change, climate and the capriciousness of the public interest was blamed on the wind… Feel free to contact me. Be nice...