Standing Stones

Send us Fan MailStanding StonesEmpty of sky, the morning fields are full with mud and puddles in the early dawn and fallen grey, clouds drift along the horizons edge, not a bird stirs, silence reigns upon the kingdom, the dulled eyes of awakening, the night fades from dreams of tomorrow, to the first light of today, for summers’s gone now, hidden beyond the first flutter of colours, the turning golds the flames, and fires of trees, and there,along the pathways, through the woodland, high in the mists of shrouding, the first of stars, is the yellow birth of light, the morning, rising sun, the standing stones of ancient times, encircle the moments of motion, September written in their shadows, turning the tides of seasons, towards the winter days to [email protected]