Past church towers
Over lichen style
Ancient beaches
Grassy meadows
Flowering fields Sweet songs of Spring
Chilled, sunny, crisp, clear skies
Strong bold breezes
Birds that swoop and ride
To the perfect flow of extremulous tides.
Somerset’s calming voice
Reassuring
Earth is waking
Life reclaiming
Winter’s shaking off its sleep. Sisters connecting in the deep
Hills spine their figures
Their coasts define their form
Boundaries, edges unite and fall.
With new palettes inside and out
And colours only to be felt
You remind me where hearts light is seen
A light that keeps this mirror clean
Where quantum nature and we survive Uniting first in the sublime This cannot be envied Though it is mine
It too is yours A rising tide.
Poetry inspired by the Quantock Hills of Somerset, GPS-located into the Quantocks
Quantock Poetry Trail 