New beginnings

Grain by grain sand slipped

from the ostrich's sunk head,

lifting it, he saw.

Tudor Angels Muchelney Church

Logscape

Awaiting the Axe

The end is pending;

tension and regret balance -

new starts seem hollow.

Sea Tree

Green Lane

Wind carved, the trees bowed

deep to shape the ancient way,

with arch precision.

Rain twisted and sneaked

past the canopy to flush

loose earth from the floor.

Man's irritation

or vision, pushed rock and stone

to side the sunk lane.

Feet have tramped the years

from tor to sea through its aisle

of set direction.

Minds wrestled with all

time's problems, oblivious

of its green shelter.

Slowly the sheep's path

became a Devon trackway

linking place and lives.

Rock graffiti

What hand carved his trace

On a high peak rock? Sometimes,

idle acts live on.

Egypt

From crysalises

break forth new lives - and regimes,

Possibly short lived.

The Middle East

Dormant; Stirring, then

as factors bond, eruption:

we await....lava.

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