Tales from the edge of the morning sky

Send us Fan Mail Farewell (at last) Whispers  of light  and shadows  across the morning,  the sound  of the springtime  wind,  invisible,  in waves  and tides  across the shimmering,  the morning skies will bring. For through the opening,  the dawn  of passing clouds,  and the flickering  of shadows  of new born leaves,   beyond the grumble  of lawnmowers,  and above the smell  of freshly mown gra...

Send us Fan Mail On the edge of night,  the skies are filling  with clouds,  pressing the heavens  from blue  to grey,  to charcoal black,   April lifts up the spires  and villages  of twilight dusk,  lying with them hidden  in the frozen furrows  of earth,  winter turns his coat  up at the collar,  faces the growing eastern wind  and hurries  through the empty trees  - and back. Feel free to cont...

Send us Fan Mail Magnolia  You can stand under her tree.  Imagining time.  Being there.  For two weeks,  from bud,  to blossom,  to blessing,  to fall.  And because you are there,  don’t try too hard,  just listen to where you are now, (especially to the bird songs  and the wind that hushes in this afternoon  of lightness  and abandoned belonging), and then,  for a brief chain  of moments,  feel y...

Send us Fan Mail Easter Snow Snow and silence,  the fallen stars  of a winter sky,  the springtime prayers  in blossoms  have fallen,  the last grasp  of winter, frozen, in the trial  of April  upon the cross  to Eastertide  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 Easter morning Easter morning,  new sunlight new life,  across the awakening hours,  blossom and birdsong  greet the dawn  of light, above  the tumbling skies and passing doubts of showers. 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 A (mostly) weekly episode.  ‘…he was a tall, thin one, born of the first of trees, a creature who had been twisted by the wind, awakened into himself…’ 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 Silence for the fallen. 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 Once upon a time, there were fewer and fewer words in the world. Every tree was bare of leaves, every stream empty of songs, every house without windows. The earth was dark and cold… 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 Dawn Dawn slips  from her shoulders,  the morning clouds  of a passing night,  she calls for the stars,  holds them close the sun, the smile, the coming  of life. 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 Being there Something passing  through this place,  a hush  of silence,  this morning air,  snow,  light,  and emptiness,  for dreams  and belonging,  just one song  of spring  and life, is singing, being there 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@googl...

Send us Fan Mail West Sunlight fading,  the baroque colored  clouds,  clearing above  the western edges,  beneath the windswept evening,  the deepening hush,   of twilight skies,  and  into the silence, along the deserted path,  beneath  the early blossom beautiful  upon the springtime trees, ripples  a stream  beside me,  hearing my words with her laughter and my footsteps  I walk  along  the cho...

Send us Fan Mail Taking Flight Sitting here  awaiting silence,  for the curtain call of Dawn,  I see the skies  above,  a stretching blue  of silver,  alive with wings  and song,  for as the last  of night lies sleeping, her stars fading into another  opening  day, I just listen to the world  awakening,  blessed with life,  no thoughts,  just moments,  lifting my dreams from early doubts, taking f...

Send us Fan Mail The laughter of leaves I think if I chased them,  too seriously  perhaps,  all the words that is,  like autumn leaves,  blown from the tall thoughts  that stretch  from my mind, like the gentle giants of metaphor trees,  a hundred thoughts, a thousand thoughts,  all skipping  across the unknown road,  the bends and curves  in the landscapes,  and connections  of similes  of all th...

Send us Fan Mail English Day Rain, grey,  the wind  whispers,  above abandoned trees,  dawn slips  over huddled rooftops,  another English day,  windows blinking,  street lamps  swaying,  spring waits,  sleeping,  dreaming  in the early darkness,  winter crouching shadows fading morning drizzle, slipping away Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest s...

Send us Fan Mail Outside Outside,  the storm bends  and twists  the hidden trees,  beneath the racing dark  of roaring skies,  and here  here I I lie,  wrapped in quilts  of warmth and quiet,  beneath the blinded stare  of window glass,  hearing the shaking,  the creaking eaves,  the first of rain,  the heavy drops  of leaden sky,  the calamitous clash,  the shattering thuds  of thunder  rolling u...

Send us Fan Mail She walked She walked  in the rain,  the skies weeped, silently, slate grey  the clouds above,  calling her name For the puddles  danced with her reflections  as empty people  walked by, oblivious,  to her pain they never thought, never wondered,  never stopped, to ask or even consider, why For as spring,  she turned  and lay sleeping,  wrapped in last year’s  leaves, dreaming  me...

Send us Fan Mail Last Havens Across the fading lights  of earth time,  the rising fall  of sunset blue,  the stars weep  their tears  across the southern skies, dreaming,  singing,  midnight songs,  of yearning,  loss,  farewells,  and goodbyes,  missing the days  and hours,  of you. For tonight,  your ship  has departed,  with sails full  with moonlight,  and silent, summer winds,  memories blown...

Send us Fan Mail Snow,  silence  and birdsong, skies hushed  and still,  dawn hidden waiting,  above the rooftops,  spring sleeps dreaming  for returning,  summer she will. 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 She sings Every morning,  shortly before a quarter to six, she takes to the highest point,  above the dawn,  above the changing flush of peach blossom skies,  upon the highest branch on top of her world,  and she sings, she sings, as the dawn lifts the sky,  and the trees reach,  and stretch,  beyond the fading shadows   of a passing night,  the earth is stilled,  hushed in a grow...

Send us Fan Mail The Memory of Rain (for RDK) Lights on the hill,  shimmering stars, at the end  of a summer’s day,  the hushed breath  of evening,  late whispers upon the terrace,  laughter, across the dusk,  but I’m just passing  through this way. For the road winds long  and lonely,  across the fields  beyond the walls,  the hedges  and gardens,  following lines  from an ancient past,  footstep...

Send us Fan Mail He felt himself slip and fall back. His shoulder first and then his waist and legs sinking into a sucking pull of slops of heavy, viscous sand… 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 Walking  in the flower garden  of spring,  listening to the birds  in the bushes that sing,  for the sky is blue  a promise for today,  with April approaching,  winter is slipping  still further 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 writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com

Send us Fan Mail Moon and light Moonlight silver,  wisps of light, hushed   across evening skies, a slow dance  of hours  until the morning’s rise for there hidden under the midnight earth dawn waits dreaming of sunlight life, birdsong,  love and rebirth 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...

Send us Fan Mail Lights Across the fading lights  of earth time,  the rising fall  of sunset blue,  the stars weep  their tears  across the southern skies, dreaming,  singing,  midnight songs,  of yearning,  loss,  farewells,  and goodbyes,  missing the days  and hours,  of you. For tonight,  your ship  has departed,  with sails full  with moonlight,  and silent, summer winds,  memories blown from...

Send us Fan Mail Fire-tips of trees Below the moon,  across the fire tips  of sunset  l saw the flames  of evening trees,  beyond the colors  of spring,  were blue,  coppers and golds,  they merged and rippled,  beneath the gilded dance of bees,  for they weaved  the last glow  of sunlight,  in a myriad of clouds  and the busy hum  of their thousand voices,  I stood and watched them, hearing wonde...