Light Shift – a poem from ‘When the Birds Came’ – Rose Cook

Light Shift

 

Morning and hope of seeing light shift on the wall,

already the tree across the road is covered in pink blossom.

We have our own Hanami, hold baby up to see.

At night I look down at it, even in the dark it blossoms whitely.

The moon shines full, a snow moon.

 

Every day a new page

every day a chance.

 

On a walk we find an elf garden 

made from sticks and moss

where a child played

and a circle of celandine flowers

shine with yellow magic.

 

 

Rose Cook

* my new book When the Birds Came is now available

@ £5 (plus p&p) rosecook108@gmail.com

 

 

This – Rose Cook

This

For me, I am still at the practice of balance, 

trying to live deeply, 

 

who knew it would not get easier as we get older.

Grateful though. 

 

Five swans flew by the window this morning.

Surely this is enough.

 

 

 

photo Rose Cook

‘When the Birds Came’ – a new book of poems by Rose Cook

I’m really pleased to introduce my new book When the Birds Came.

It shares new poems and takes you through my year. A year when the birds came.

When the Birds Came is available now from Rose at: rosecook108@gmail.com at £5 plus p&p

warmest wishes to you,

Rose

The silence of pines

 

The silence of pines

On a hot day they offer shade

though I have always noticed them,

a stand of tall pines.

 

 

To be in their shadows

such silence,

sanctum.

 

 

Dense grass, a scattering of cones,

high in the crowns a wish of breeze

where bees dance,

 

 

down here though

the gift

is deep silence.

 

 

Rose Cook

 

photo Rose Cook 

June ~ summertime

June – time of blossom:

Now summer is in flower and nature’s hum

is never silent round her sultry bloom

insects as small as dust are never done

wi’ glittering dance and reeling in the sun…

(from John Clare’s The Shepherd’s Calendar 1-4)

 

 

JUNE

Month of the Summer with longer nights.

Moon of horses Dyad moon Strawberry moon Summer Solstice

Buzzards learn to fly. Dragonflies flash.

Sunflowers open. Wheat ripens. Soft fruit time.

To roll a strawberry in the palm of your hand is to hold the weight

of so many weeks of sunshine, earth and water.

Iris, butterflies, rose.

Time of garlands, floral dancing, midsummer weddings.

In the fields, sheep seek shade, tuck together along hedges and shadow.

 

 

( An extract from June in my new book ‘Fresh Start: A Shepherd’s Calendar’ costs £4 and is available from me at rosecook108@gmail.com or info@greyhenpress.com )