cabin on the shore

Sleeping grandchild

2011-03-30T03:04:00.000-07:00

Always

these tiny pink-bloomed shells remind me

of you, your newborn finger nails;

and how, even in sleep,

your fragile fingers coil

round mine,

your baby scent and softness

fills my heart.

Storm

2011-02-13T00:46:00.000-08:00

blue-grey sea

white waves crashing

grass, gorse and heather

rain on my window

blurring the image

Writers' Block

2011-02-08T08:42:00.000-08:00

Sometimes,
like a dam slowing the flow of water,
worries flood the imagination,
stop the eager stream of words.

For days the muse has stranded me,
abandoned me,
left me blocked against a barrier
that I cannot push away.

Today I cease to struggle,
turn to flowers,
take five blooms bright as suns,
fill five shot glasses with water
let my imagination find expression
in a different way
and find a smile.

The seven year old in me

2011-02-04T16:43:00.000-08:00

kicks her way through puddles,
loves the way
each tiny splash creates a ring of ripples.

Wordsworth's favourite flower

2011-02-03T08:26:00.000-08:00

Lesser celandine's bright bloom
is flowering early
rivalling the budding snowdrops.

Haiku - After rain

2011-02-02T14:47:00.001-08:00

beads on a necklace
raindrops hang on every twig
glisten in the sun

Coal tit

2011-02-01T12:51:00.000-08:00

He hit the window pane,

fluttered, twitched

and then lay still.

I cupped him in my hands

warmed him, wished him well

and watched him fly away.

After storm

2011-01-31T04:02:00.000-08:00

the last breath

of the turning tide

leaves

scraps of fractured fronds

along the sand

Almost silence

2011-01-30T04:54:00.000-08:00

We walked - the only sounds
the raven's croak, the oystercatcher's warning cry,
the wigeon's whistle
and the soft tread of our feet across the grass.

Sunrise

2011-01-29T08:10:00.000-08:00

I watch
each morning's miracle
as the sun rises over Kintyre
and spreads its light
over sky and sea.
On days like this
I cannot find the words...

Merlin

2011-01-28T06:10:00.000-08:00

I saw her resting on my garden fence
against a backdrop of the sea.

Too far away to take a better photograph
but close enough to see the pattern on her breast,
the barring on her tail
and when she left, the swiftness of her wings.

Tide line

2011-01-27T12:20:00.000-08:00

waves roll in
leave a scalloped edge of bubbles
lingering,
sliding seawards
or sinking into sand.

Low tide

2011-01-26T09:07:00.000-08:00

swaying kelp stems
catch the sun
fill the sea with stars

Wild, wet and windy

2011-01-25T06:02:00.000-08:00

I open the door to rain,
wind-driven, stinging, cold.
I shiver -
delay my daily walk,
return to my writing.

Sheltering

2011-01-24T09:27:00.001-08:00

In the headland's lee
a hundred oyster catchers
wait for wind to abate
and tide to fall.

Wild goats

2011-01-23T09:02:00.000-08:00

Camouflaged between shore-side rocks

they feast on seaweed,

their musty odour

drowns the scent of the sea

lingers

long after they’ve moved on

Swans are drinking

2011-01-22T10:21:00.000-08:00

They fly in to where fresh water meets the salt

graceful necks arching, dipping, lifting, tilting, swallowing

again and again and again.

Battling with tarmac

2011-01-21T07:46:00.000-08:00

A year ago

they buried the track beside the shore.

An alien black line follows the curve of the coast

where once there were pebbles, daisies, dandelions,

where each winter puddle was a picture in ice.

I give thanks for sand sedge already breaking through.

A flotilla of gulls

2011-01-20T07:12:00.001-08:00

like white boats on a blue sea
rising and falling with the tide

Wild Geese in the Wind

2011-01-19T09:20:00.000-08:00

a sidewind buffets them

turns their straight-as-arrow lines

to arcs and curves

Winter heliotrope

2011-01-18T06:16:00.000-08:00

Pink tasselled blooms
breathe fragrance on crisp, wintry air

Marram grass

2011-01-17T09:51:00.000-08:00

dominates the dunes,

sharp tufts sprout through moss

and the withered stems of last year’s thistles.

The year's first snowdrop

2011-01-16T06:28:00.001-08:00

hangs her modest head
and trembles in the breeze.

Rabbit holes

2011-01-15T01:16:00.000-08:00

undercut the fragile turf

dark entrances

spill sand
scar the hillside

Winter daisies

2011-01-14T02:34:00.000-08:00

Three baby faces
braving the frost.

It's never all grey.

2011-01-13T05:44:00.000-08:00

One gap in a grey, cloudy sky -
one pool of light on a grey, choppy ocean.

In the wood

2011-01-12T06:14:00.001-08:00

Lichen covered trees like hairy old men who have forgotten to shave.

January dune-slack

2011-01-11T09:53:00.000-08:00

frosted hollows, soft green,
pale as new-leafed Whitebeam

Feeding time?

2011-01-10T03:05:00.001-08:00

a sparrowhawk lands on the patio
small birds scatter

Thaw

2011-01-09T01:48:00.001-08:00

a milder day
icicles melt, drip, make music

More than icicles

2011-01-08T05:56:00.001-08:00

On the cliff where water drips
leaves and twigs, grass and ferns are all encased in ice.

They forecast snow

2011-01-07T01:33:00.000-08:00

Minute flakes fall to sunwarmed paving
vanish as they land

Dawn of a new day

2011-01-06T01:28:00.000-08:00

just before the sun rises out of the sea

clouds are underlit, edges gilded, glowing.

Buzzard

2011-01-05T09:30:00.000-08:00

on moth-mottled wings
he lifts
and drifts and swings

Grey day

2011-01-04T05:48:00.001-08:00

Rain from the west obscures the headland
reduces the view
to grey sky, grey hills, grey rain.

morning foray

2011-01-03T01:12:00.000-08:00

rooks fly past
black silhouettes against the rising sun

Breakfast

2011-01-02T05:58:00.000-08:00

Hot crumpets on cold plates leave circles of condensation.
A million tiny bubbles reflect the candlelight.

A big catch

2011-01-01T09:49:00.000-08:00

I've been inspired to follow A River of Stones - writing a brief piece every day for the month of January.
Here goes
                       red-throated diver
                       emerges trying to swallow a fish