Tales from the edge of the morning sky

Send us Fan Mail A Message from this Morning A message  from this morning,  there’s new light  again to greet  the dawn  of an awakening  day, hope you ran  like the wind,  under the stars  of heavens,  moments  of preciousness,  moments  of wonder,  lifting the sun  to your eyes,  dawn once again  opens her skies,  and smiles  upon your footsteps,  running this way For igniting  this dawn  of all...

Send us Fan Mail Her Umbrella Skies  She holds it  upwards, held by steady hands, that the wind buffets  and tosses,  with the rain  that thunders  and roars,  but beneath  her canopy  of stars  and light,  is the blue  of hope,   her umbrella skies. Around her  there are clouds  of doubt, dark  and a forgotten light,  a light that rises  in eyes of dawn  to lift the hood  of darkness away,  but s...

Send us Fan Mail Heartbeats (first wings of Dawn)  Racing, beneath  the morning,  the silver screen  of skies, pushing  into the lifting  darkness,  no sign  of autumn rain,  or summer’s farewells  and goodbyes  For I’m racing  into the dawn,  waiting for you your smile  to lift the day,  it’s only been  a few sunsets,  but feels like  the night’s without the stars,  have taken you  so far away. ...

Send us Fan Mail Here is the News Here is the news  today,  the planets burning  fires and war,  we are too steeped  in fantasy,  being internet  connected, we don’t care  anymore,  Keep looking away,  I say, Keep looking away. The real world’s  crying,  in tears  of sky  and acid rain,  killing this haven  of life,  once gone,  Mother Earth  wont keep, coming back again.  Keep looking away,  I sa...

Send us Fan Mail Marching Through marching,  lines  and ranks  of maize,  with corners  and walls  against  the falling skies,  the shadows lengthen  the coming darkness,  the battalions  of winter,  in regiments  on the horizon,  led by forgotten ghosts  and ragged flags,  in fallen reasons  and forgotten whys,    and above,  the moon rises,  blinded in light  and lunacy,  a reminder  of death  a...

Send us Fan Mail The Stretching Miles Stars and ships,  sails and shrouds,  the evening rests  upon passing clouds,  and above,  the moon rises,  high and slow,  upon the hills  and stretching trees,  as October bows  to the season,  summer’s left,  September’s leaves.  And across the silence the ploughed fields,  and beyond  a pointing church  along the empty lanes,  where shadows  gather and the...

Send us Fan Mail A Thousand Voices A thousand voices  singing,  dawn hidden  in the early  morning rain,  listening to silence  between  rain drops,  whispering your name,  for as her sky  lengthens,  and dawn awakens  to another  October day the trees bend,  beckon,  empty  of leaves  ‘return soon  dear spring,‘ they murmur, ‘blossom, bless this life,  dream  of us this winter  until the birth  o...

Send us Fan Mail The ‘Politician.’ I woke early, the day still dark, the street lamps, bent and crooked, peered into puddles of light, searching, it seemed, for reflections not of their own, it was still and silent, no traffic, no birds, just the soft and gentle dance of early morning rain. And she was there again. As if waiting. As if listening. Waiting for me to pass. For it was warm. Damp. Nobo...

Send us Fan Mail Blue Blue  is the moonlight,  silver,  across the bedroom  door,  the shadows  as clear  as morning,  the nights  of starlight  hidden,  upon the broken floor,  for whilst the path  is clear,  along the garden,  over the bridge,  into the meadows  open and near,  the trees still tremble  in whispers,  the last hush  of this passing day,  dawn might come  tomorrow,  if time  shows...

Send us Fan Mail The Eleventh (sleep of Autumn) Warm,  Autumn awakes,  and throws the blankets  of stars off his back,  sits with his back  to the apple trees,  sighs at the falling rain,  and looks out  at the first  of dawn,  her fingers  stretching the sky,  across the morning’s breath  of light. He shivers,  not that it’s cold,  but because  of his dreams,  the echoes  of summer,  this passing...

Send us Fan Mail Summer’s last  I left the summer  this evening,  quietly walking home,  as she whispered  across the fields,  for I could see  she was alone,  for above  the stars were weeping,  many slipping  from the evening sky,  ‘farewell,’  they seemed to tremble,  as she bowed  to the harvest moon,  and sang  a slow goodbye,  And in her arms  were apples  full and rounded,  blushing,  from...

Send us Fan Mail Still Still is this morning,  the birth of time  and moments  beyond the dreams  of a passing night,  hushed are the whispers  of memories,  as the wind tickles  the treetops,  Dawn opens  the sky with delight.  For the colours  are of meadows,  springtime,  blossoms across  the sunlight  of flowers,  as Autumn hints  at winter,  in the passing chime  of chasing hours. And so  ano...

Send us Fan Mail The Moviegoers  Strange,  watching  listening,  hidden, stories  of other lives,  forgetting  our own: characters  just like us taken   by surprise,  for do we live in our  own story,  the narrative,  our tale  unfolding? Or,  in the dreams of someone else,  watching switching remotely? Perhaps in blindly blinking, with  and through our  closing, our screen  filled eyes, do we see...

Send us Fan Mail October, October! October,  October!  The fall  of summer  upon thy brows,  from where  did Summer fade  and Springtime  lose her  vows? For along  the shadowed lanes  and emptying  autumn  fields,  September lies  for another year,  sleeping,  silently  her dreams she slowly leaves to dream. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest s...

Send us Fan Mail First Hints First hints  of October,  the wisps  of light  in the early morning  air, in dapples  of age,  and grey amidst morning gold as summer,  in smudges  of sky  remembered,  her last breath  for today  again in light  and dawn a treasure,  to truly behold.  Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes...

Send us Fan Mail Shadows  of the moon Falling asleep,  alone tonight,  stars hidden  behind the moonlight,  I’m waiting  for silence,  footsteps  across the garden,  silver  and bright,  for it’s colder  now,  winter walking,  along the footpath,  before him, the trees  glisten,  half-hidden under the cloak  of October skies,  hearing the last  whispers,  autumn leaves  rattling in the wind,  whis...

Send us Fan Mail Radio Early morning,  dawn breaking  across the skies,  heard the news  on the radio,  saw the tears  in heaven’s eyes, Hard to believe  no ones wishing  anymore,  a long time coming,  hope stripped  from the sacred dark,  the gods have shut  their doors. We’re out and alone   here, as far  and as certain  we can ever know,  yet we keep fighting  for our flags,  forgetting who we...

Send us Fan Mail Wood and Smoke  Wood and smoke,  heavy with apples,  summer, laden with light light and memories,  fade upon  the fallen   autumn fires,  of September’s  silent call, and leaves. And, as night  stretches,  shadows lengthen,  high above, their stars  etch the heavens singing,  silent, waiting for the  winter dawn to come. For it is fall and colder now, the summer lanes hidden,  emp...

Send us Fan Mail Midnight and Rain In blustery showers,  hail, invisible walls  of early morning  grey,  the heavens  opened  at midnight,  flooded  and washed  the world  of yesterday,  for outside, through  the bedroom window, beyond  the garden,  the orchard,  across the edges  of woodland,  roof  and pointing spire, the stars,  overhead, part subdued hidden  and scattered, watched  and waited,...

Send us Fan Mail Marching Through marching,  lines  and ranks  of maize,  with corners  and walls  against  the falling skies,  the shadows lengthen  the coming darkness,  the battalions  of winter,  in regiments  on the horizon,  led by forgotten ghosts  and ragged flags,  in fallen reasons  and forgotten whys,    and above,  the moon rises,  blinded in light  and lunacy,  a reminder  of death  a...

Send us Fan Mail Moon-Song Above the silence the forests, the invisible curves  of light and fields,  the empty skies  of September darkness,  the coming  of autumn  is his light  revealed,  for the stars  are full tonight,  the hours shorter,  in the passing  of days,  the shadows quiver  and tremble,  the wind whispers  in solace,  the return of winter,  the dance  of ghosts  before his midnight...

Send us Fan Mail Orion: the return of Kings Slipping into darkness,  no border,  no boundary,  between the black  and the grey,  the twilight  of moments, forgotten in the closing,  the avalanche  of memories,  just falling away,  for the bell tower  is silent,  the hours strike  no more,  the roads closed,  the houses, empty,  simply abandoned  before the shadows  claw,  for the midnight hours  a...

Send us Fan Mail To sleep To sleep,  yes,  at last to sleep  windows open, to watch  the paling rise  of autumn’s moon,  waxing above  the trees  and rooftops,  the stars, hidden,  the shadows  long, upon the garden,  yet from midnight,  the seasons change,  alas too soon,  too soon! Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or them...

Send us Fan Mail The Hedgehog  Getting colder now, she walks unsteadily,down the steps, they are steep, but she can manage.  Huddled in the shadows, sheltered from the blasts of the northeastern wind,she presses against the cobbled stones, the whitewashed wall,and remembers, almost by instinct, the way along the path to the sleep of October.  Old now, the seasons weighing heavy upon her heart, she...

Send us Fan Mail I sing of wood and morning I sing  of wood  and morning,  the beach,  the skies,  the waves  that reach  and slow  upon the windswept  curve  of shore, For in the time  it takes  for the tides,  the passing,  and fall of days,  the dawn  will rise  in years,  and walks  in footsteps  across  the sands,  a hundred,  no, a thousand  different ways. For  all is a journey from what  w...