Tuesday, moor-day.

Out onto the moor today. In the midst of all the busy-ness, the prospect of putting miles of moorland under my feet and acres of clear sky in my eyes gladdens my heart like the homecoming that it is, ‘though greater, when I’m out with the skylarks, the buzzards and the long grass. I’ll sing… Continue reading Tuesday, moor-day.

Now is the Time of Bright Colours

Now is the time of bright colours, Time to make raiment of the cloth of dreams; Cast off your heavy worldly dress And make your clothes ecstatic suits For dancing and flying. The days of the great reptiles Are numbered and few; Now is the time of the rainbow serpent. The skydancers are here And… Continue reading Now is the Time of Bright Colours