how green is our valley…
cows and insects and mud on your shoe
air on the wing of a bird in flight
the hills and the trees our fathers knew
all painted with wind in a Wiltshire light
by Gail
For Steve
Transient Flame
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How time flies;
Like birds and bees
Transient nectar
Deciduous trees
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How leaves fall;
Like stars in sky
Meandering streams
Passers by
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How oceans flow;
Like blood in veins
Wind over mountains
Bloom strewn plains
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How life flames;
Like a fire fly
Light in the shadows
New born cry
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by Gail
‘Harvest’
reproduced with permission ©Oliver Freeman
http://www.oliverfreeman.me.uk/
this poem was inspired by the powerful images
of nature and decay; of beauty and desolation
in Oliver Freeman’s art
Catabolic Grace
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land undulating
in to rolling furrows ploughed
defiant decay
waste of catabolic grace
dross in to gold in to dross
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at the seasons edge
green waves, shining muddy rills
euphoric rising
flower painted battlefields
gold in to dross in to gold
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by Gail