A cohort of clouds

A cohort of clouds 
swept across the rolling hills 
Casting shadows 
that sent a chill through the conifers 

And they shuddered in the cool of a winter’s day 
Overcome by the cold breath 
a’blowing o’er a serene lake

Set amid the cleft of two ancient monoliths
twin escarpments hewn in granite
Rising to’ard the heavens
piercing the endless gray 
Dismissing the insubstantial gauze
discarded by rainclouds a’fleeting

While an insipid light 
by an ineffectual sun emitted
Seeped across the heavens
to spill its rays across a barren moor
In an opaque pallor 
with timorous yellow tinged

When a miasma of mists rose from the ground
seething like disembodied spectres
emanating from another dominion 
Casting a pall upon the dawning of daybreak 
~ d.a.simpson ~


IMAGE: Julius_Silver 

Into the valley of shadows

As the day descended into the valley of shadows
and darkness crept through the impassive emptiness 
A silence 
hovering beyond the horizon 
drew near 

It swept through the trees
insubstantial 
like a half remembered dream
in a haze of feeble recollections 

Amid the moonlit meadows 
bathed in an ivory light

Edged by willow trees 
parched by the harsh winds 
decreed by a merciless winter
Which dipped their thirsty boughs
into the cool waters 
A’sparkle in a pristine river
meandering through the deserted realm

Bathed in the benign the glow
cast by an orb of night 
in full bloom
Hanging aloft in the heavenly scape 
exalting in the hush 
exuded by the sacred sanctuaries 
that ever pervade the empyrean enigma 

~ d.a.simpson ~


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A soft hiss

A soft hiss 
the sound of skies a’weeping 
emanated from a firmament 
shrouded in a forlorn grey 
the colour of sorrow 
reconciled to grief 
When a mournful rain soaked the realm entire 

It watered the misty glades 
and showered a majesty of hills 
cloaked in a velvet of lush green

While raindrops a many
spattered an infinity of granite rocks 
strewn across a riverbed 
Whose crystal waters meandered 
through the verdant meadows
gracing the benign idyll
sprawling beneath a tranquil empyrean

While a distant gale of foreboding 
rumbled from beyond the escarpment 
Echoing a chorus 
intoned by a pack of desert wolves 
from a remote glacial empty
Home to the great north wind
far from this unsuspecting utopia bountiful
Of dewy grasslands and lush pastures

~ d.a.simpson ~


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A ruthless wind

A ruthless wind stirred the frigid seas 
a’ rumble amid the turbulent deep 

It caused them to race for the deserted beach 
where a ripple of waves washed the sands 
Ice cold and diamond hard now 
in the raw cold of early morn 

As the troubled waters a froth of turmoil 
Scoured in vain the heartless shore 
for succour and solace 

Pounding the length of the coastline 
in search of refuge from the brooding darkness 
Abounding in the skies at the edge of the scape 

Where the horizon etched a line black as ink
beneath an uproar of skies in granite grey 
Compounding the despond of the hour

~ d.a.simpson ~


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Scattered

Scattered beneath the cover of darkness 
when the world is a slumbering 
Are the ripening seeds of an incipient cold 
characterising the age 
of an austere wintertide 

Sprouting amid kingdoms of night 
in the tenebrous realms 
To the north of an infinite scape 

Where the great winds convene 
their dreams for to realise

In a world of ice mountains 
cold and dazzling white 
Hard as the piercing rays 
searing the hour
of a winter’s sunrise

While the vernal skies
weep myriad flakes of snow 
in a shower of lachrymose lament 
That dapple the spectral breath
of an early morning mist
As it turns to a crisp gauze
brittle as a hibernal morn 
and blankets the dormant land 
In the frosted shroud of a silent desolation 
~ d.a.simpson ~


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Daylight begins to fade

Daylight begins to fade 
and the dilapidated remains 
of a desolate dusk 
Begin to perish 
in the silence of a crepuscular sky 

Denigrated by the ashes of an earliertide swept away with a discarded yesterday 
And consumed by the great fires 
a’raging in the solar chambers 

As the great golden orb 
succumbed to the cool mists
a’swirl over the tenebrous waters 
Dark as a starless night 
a’lapping at the hem of the infinite cosmos
draped in an unfathomable indigo

Whose silent depths
evoked a benign eternity
exceeding the travails and sorrows  
pervading the fleeting shadows and whims
That encroach upon this mortal scape awhile 

~ d.a.simpson ~


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Beneath the deserted skies

Beneath the deserted skies 
of a impenetrable indigo 
Where the night hour abides awhile 
and the brume roams free 

The scant remaining leaves 
of a perished yestertide 
Cling to trembling boughs 

As shadows insubstantial 
by another dominion yielded 
Wrap around the trees

And a thin mist skims the fallen foliage
carpeting the forest floor

An epitaph to a perishing yesteryear 

While the murmurs of a fading midnight 
echo tween the sylvan columns 
Coated in the dew of an incipient dawn
issued by the gasps of a dying night
And borne on the wings of the nascent morn

~ d.a.simpson ~


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The darkness of night

The darkness of night 
hailed from beneath yonder seas 
Where the horizon 
inked a line of indigo blue 
‘tween heav’n and earth 

And a sorrowful song 
began to pervade an ethereal mist 
A’drifting through the despond 
of an eventide scape
Where trees edging deserted fields
displayed great boughs
Etched in ebony black
‘gainst the backdrop of a nocturnal velvet 
that characterised this mournful scene

While murmurs of lachrymose lament
from some insubstantial realm
Came to waft through the brume
beneath the infinite opulence 
of an impassive firmament 
Cloaked in a violet midnight 
~ d.a.simpson ~

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The limpid waters

The limpid waters 
frolicked in the evening light 
and lapped at the foothills 
edging the heavens 
Where the horizon 
hemmed the surface of the deep 
as it turned to indigo 
beneath a mountainous sky 

A sky of impenetrable darkness 
which brooded over the slumbering realm
As the seas assumed a metallic lustre 
shimmering in emerald green 
In the light of an ivory moon 
dangling low in the midnight firmament 
~ d.a.simpson ~


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A cloudline

A cloudline stained blue 
by an echo of daytide skies 

In a sea of pale mauve 
awash with hues of salmon pink 
aloft in the heavens 

Arches over rolling hills 
bathed in emerald green
Where hedgerows line the patchwork fields 
in the lambent light
of a sublime dusk

When the air is cool
as a gentle breeze wafts over the land 
And pale shadows of night
gather at the far edge of the firmament 
While a chalk white moon 
ascends the celestial walls
~ d.a.simpson ~

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