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Tales from the edge of the morning sky episodes
- Evening Song
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Evening song
As the dusk deepens,
into the gloaming,
and the day leaves her burdens to rest,
across the valleys,
of sighs
and silence,
the bells chime,
the hours echo,
into the fading skies
out to the west.
For time moves
too quickly;
shadows close
and lengthen,
with the passing
of summer days
soon, August will become
September,
and a parting of the ways.
For as seasons turn
under the eternal nights,
of clouds,
like ships
and starlit skies,
the curtain falls,
and silence slips
between and beyond
the sunset twilight,
and the awakening dreams
of evening skies.
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A kind of cosmic, part rhyming, part ramble about our place in the greatness of things…
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- High Water
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High Water
The wind is not far
from here;
all covered
in light and butterflies.
I remember the trees that stood there once:
bent and twisted
by the storm
and tides.
Since then,
time has taken
and memories stolen
too soon,
for the sky hangs
above the sea
the waves are in tatters,
and tears fall
under a dying moon.
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And here
And here
beneath the skies,
above the trees,
and across
the empty fields,
summer passes,
September waits,
‘til August
slowly yields.
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‘And still the people slept…’ a mix of myth and reality as climate change awakens the sleepers in their caves of thinking.
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[email protected]5 min - Two birds, two sisters, two daughters and a lake (The Closing Tale)
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The story closes, the four receive their gifts, and ‘the Bluebird took to the sky, held it in its beak, pulled its cloak of wings across the heavens until the promise of morning.’
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- August Rain
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August Rain
In the falling rain of silence,
in the whispers of clouds passing upon the banks
of this morning greyacross the weeping skies overhead,
there is only the sound of summer
and mourning,for in words of blossoms and beauty,
the promise of spring,
is still left unsaid.
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About Tales from the edge of the morning sky
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A selection of stories and tales, mainly about the natural world, our place in it, as well as stories about everyday people who change their lives and others by being different or perhaps by being too…
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