"coniston" poems
Amber sun gently kisses moss
as light smiles upon morning frost
and like a worm, the dark crawls away
while birds sing of the coming day
another page, in the story of life
but this moment, a sight of paradise
Damp soil, welcomes each step I take
through meadows nourished by Coniston lake
and fragrance of berry and coppice trees
cling to the dance of the cooling breeze
another page, in the story of life
but this moment, a scent of paradise
Dappled sunshine, tangled in leaves
warm to the skin as I feel it breathe
and branches greet in a muted silence
but speak their joy through rustling violent
another page, in the story of life
but this moment, a sound of paradise
Sharing time, in company of friends
celebrating the day as day time ends
and mead is drunk until bashful after
with hearty food, and hearty laughter
another page, in the story of life
but this moment, a savor of paradise
Cosmic night, punctured by stars
As I cease to slumber and drift afar
and silence haunts the building halls
as Coniston mountain guards my corpse
another page, in the story of life
but this day, a day in paradise
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
Up there,
in the lakes
where states of mind are refined
and all it takes is some
concentration,
relaxation and the definition
of peace is defined.
Years have passed since I sat by the mere or
Coniston water,
thought I ought to go back and see
what it all meant to me.
Up there in the lakes where the tourists take
photographs, where
the valleys echo with laughs and
Wordsworth spins in a grave,
I save my sanity on the hills, by a tarn,
where no harm can come to me
and peace is mine
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC