Tales from the edge of the morning sky
535 episodes - English - Latest episode: about 1 month ago -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 much the same
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Rivers
September 21, 2022 16:00 - 52 seconds - 713 KBRivers In the silence of morning, through the tunnels of rain, the clouds of darkness, the hidden whispers of winds, turning, resting, moaning in the sighs of falling leaves, and trees, if you stop, and listen, step away from the hurried lights, the moving, racing chase of the dash to seize the day, to look behind the shadows upon the slow forgotten walk of footsteps, the climb to view the open spaces, the rooftops of early autumn, ...
As I waited
September 20, 2022 13:00 - 1 minute - 873 KBAs I waited As I waited for the words to come, under the great dome of evening sky, I listened to the silence, looked out to the blue and light falling to silver in the fading west, the first stars were heavenwards, the trees silhouetted, etched upon the twilight, hieroglyphs of the gloaming lending me a clue, to look above, for then a swift and silent pair of wings, flickered across the mottled garden the hushed silence of evening grass, ...
Magic and Moonlight
September 19, 2022 15:00 - 1 minute - 903 KBMagic and Moonlight Magic and Moonlight, mists before the rising dawn, the skies glisten in quicksilvers, the shadows steepen in sculptures, the wind lifts the light of morning, caressing the memories of summer, laughter and music, echoing gently across the whispering leaves of September, the saddening silence of winter’s call, For although the days are shorter now, the hours chiming across the emptying fields, the stars wheel, turn across the heav...
Sunday Rain
September 18, 2022 14:00 - 1 minute - 918 KBSunday Rain A thousand upon thousand droplets of sky, dancing, falling, dripping, in single silences, echoing from leaves that tremble and shake, filling the air with their floods and voices, overhead, a hurry of birds flicker and tumble, dipping and turning against the blustery call the invisible wind, and higher still higher, the grey flotillas of clouds deepen, and drift across the silver mists, hanging in veils across...
Sunday Rain
September 18, 2022 14:00 - 1 minute - 918 KBSunday Rain A thousand upon thousand droplets of sky, dancing, falling, dripping, in single silences, echoing from leaves that tremble and shake, filling the air with their floods and voices, overhead, a hurry of birds flicker and tumble, dipping and turning against the blustery call the invisible wind, and higher still higher, the grey flotillas of clouds deepen, and drift across the silver mists, hanging in veils across...
Caves
September 17, 2022 15:00 - 2 minutes - 1.66 MBCaves A southern wind blows, beneath the caves, clouds and stars of an awakening September sky, for there’s rain in the air, the dry leaves, whisper, their branches, old, stiff, worn, rattle and rub, in creaks and groans, the woodlands, toss and turn, restless, as the dawn lifts the first tatters and rags of blue, above the distant edges, and far away, beyond the folds and hollows, the river and valleys, the villages and towns, tucked away, still hidden in slumbers, ...
Wishing For Dawn
September 16, 2022 16:00 - 45 seconds - 592 KBWishing for (Dawn) Wishing for morning, lights on the hill, sleep, calling me homeward, waiting until, for how soft is the rain, falling through this dusk, the afterglow the last of today, across the gardens, hushed, with blackbirds singing in solitudes, and shadows, since you went away, for its so quiet, just the church, the bells, chiming blindly the first hours of night, wishing for dawn to awaken to see you, the first breath...
Just is
September 15, 2022 14:00 - 49 seconds - 614 KBJust is. No! I’m not joking, It is true! You can’t wear it, carry it, lose it, nor tell it, put it back, or forward, plan it, you certainly can’t change it, share it, waste it, forget it or even predict it, or speed it up, nor slow it down, or save it, no more, or less than you can hold the wind, but within it we live, play, work, and pass away, relative it is, moments cherished, and lost, never to be given, taken, ...
Evening Rain
September 14, 2022 14:00 - 1 minute - 959 KBEvening Rain The sky is deepening, dull, grey to evening black, sinking into a world of shadows, not a star blinks, and the moon remains hidden, behind the clouds chasing the tides of sky, to the winds of the west and back, And below the earth is still, streets deserted, shop windows closed, people hurry, into their inverted lives, Summer dreams abandoned, their cars parked like litter, upon the homeward bound, the destination road, and for awhile, ...
Just one moment…
September 13, 2022 14:00 - 54 seconds - 669 KBJust one moment From nothing, to something, the wind blew in a gust of blue, warmth and late evening light, and so began the dance the dried, brittle dance of leaves and July, as she fell, and danced again and again, in the slow silence of motion, in the remembrance of spring, the path turned and led me deeper into the land of high hedges, apple trees, laden in the passing for with the dance, of hours, days the shortened months to co...
As I wrote (in the summer garden).
September 12, 2022 14:00 - 1 minute - 760 KBI wrote in the summer garden I wrote ‘in the summer garden, the light was golden, the air, clear and pure, the dawn lifted the skies towards the heavens, time turned upon the tides as I listened to the waves break upon the distant shore,’ And then I stopped and wondered, did it matter at all? And then continued, with these words and watched the summer fall, ‘In the east gathered a storm in clouds of grey and black with hammers of thunder lightning...
The First of Autumn’s Days
September 11, 2022 15:00 - 1 minute - 750 KBThe first of Autumn’s Days Dawn, the crouching eyes of wings and black, over the last of summer darkness, the stars swallowed in the emptying, the blackness of a fading blue, and to the west and east, in front of the ragged ships of a worn and forgotten sky, lightening flickers and fades, flickers and fades, crashing in sheets of power and steel, the metallic thunder of igniting fields and hedges, woodlands and rooftops, the hidden raptur...
Standing Stones
September 10, 2022 10:00 - 1 minute - 902 KBStanding Stones Empty 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 th...
The Hornet
September 09, 2022 15:00 - 51 seconds - 649 KBHornet She first sat as a queen, silhouetted still against the opening dawn, upon the window ledge the earth eclipsed, the moon standing, summer abandoned upon the rising, morning, the light and edge behind her. For it’s colder now, September, motionless waiting, steepening behind her frozen form, as if deciding, the way of the world, the hornet turned her back upon the summer, sleeping late and cold, across the mists she lifts and leaves, Augu...
The Queen (is dead)
September 09, 2022 04:00 - 42 seconds - 507 KBThe Queen (is dead) The Queen is dead, the story written the final chapter, closed, upon her reign, for now as the world sleeps, and the stars awaken, a million candles light upon the world, a reminder that all lives pass those great and memorable, those small and forgotten, all, calls of life voices of hope, cries, and despair, as the earth turns, alone and solitary and turns again, upon an empty wind. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience i...
Without (the rain)
September 08, 2022 15:00 - 39 seconds - 571 KBWithout (the rain) Into the morning the darkness, the winking puddles, the solitary street lamps, the perpetual pinpricks of falling rain, the shadows yet to be lifted, huddle between houses, beyond the line of avenue trees, summer sleeping in the dripping retreat of gardens, autumn hints, in the gentle fall of hours, the hushed and softening silence, of falling leaves. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can sugg...
Mountains
September 07, 2022 15:00 - 1 minute - 988 KBMountains Mountains of morning chasing clouds, great chasms, of a deepening September’ sky, the sun blinks behind the dawn, watching, waiting, the season’s changing beneath her beacon eye, and below, far, far below, in the town, the hurry of streets, stretching, awakening, the blinking lights, the first rush of impatient traffic, an old man sits, sleeps, dreams, quietly, upon the bench, outside the church, the tower chiming, time, behi...
Mountains
September 07, 2022 15:00 - 1 minute - 988 KBMountains Mountains of morning chasing clouds, great chasms, of a deepening September’ sky, the sun blinks behind the dawn, watching, waiting, the season’s changing beneath her beacon eye, and below, far, far below, in the town, the hurry of streets, stretching, awakening, the blinking lights, the first rush of impatient traffic, an old man sits, sleeps, dreams, quietly, upon the bench, outside the church, the tower chiming, time, behi...
The City
September 06, 2022 15:00 - 1 minute - 826 KBCity In the stifling August heat, above the city, the history, the canyons of forgotten places, and beyond the empty names, the emblematic idiom of pointing fingers, the high rise of buildings, the tipping and tearing, of a restless wind cut, sharp, into invisible pieces, a spirit arises, from beneath the metallic fingers, of high construction cranes. For there is an undiscovered an empty sky, high and above, the spiralling wings of life as t...
Season’s Dawn
September 05, 2022 14:00 - 1 minute - 773 KBSeason’s Dawn Dawn beckons behind the curtain, pulling the sky to one side, for rain is forecast, the barometer’s falling and morning whispers to the rising winter tide. For autumn’s coming, September creases with scattered rags, of storm and cloud, the dawning confidence of a late summer sky wrapped in mists, river ghosts, and harvest shrouds For whilst the swallows have yet to gather, they fly lower, and lower, feeding on the sunlight, they scream toge...
Equinox
September 03, 2022 14:00 - 29 seconds - 424 KBEquinox Tremulous is the sky this morning, light winds from a whispering west, the weather changing, the clouds, in waves, tides of September, equinox pending, summer reclining ‘rest,’ she whispers again, to her daughter of seasons, ‘rest, rest.’ Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]
Equinox
September 03, 2022 14:00 - 29 seconds - 424 KBEquinox Tremulous is the sky this morning, light winds from a whispering west, the weather changing, the clouds, in waves, tides of September, equinox pending, summer reclining ‘rest,’ she whispers again, to her daughter of seasons, ‘rest, rest.’ Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]
A Fallen Wind
September 02, 2022 14:00 - 57 seconds - 776 KBA Fallen Wind The clock tower points at the early dawn, the face of hours glowing in bronze upon the opening day, and below, the town awakens, shutters, doors, windows, opening eyes, stretching the shadows after the warm night of restless sleep, and above the glowing rooftops, the silhouettes of chimneys, aerials, the waves of drooping telephone wires, a myriad of wings reach and fall and reach and fall again, ever upwards in eddies ...
A Fallen Wind
September 02, 2022 14:00 - 57 seconds - 776 KBA Fallen Wind The clock tower points at the early dawn, the face of hours glowing in bronze upon the opening day, and below, the town awakens, shutters, doors, windows, opening eyes, stretching the shadows after the warm night of restless sleep, and above the glowing rooftops, the silhouettes of chimneys, aerials, the waves of drooping telephone wires, a myriad of wings reach and fall and reach and fall again, ever upwards in eddies ...
The Rim
September 01, 2022 15:00 - 1 minute - 752 KBThe Rim Cycling through the last dawn of August, the hidden shadows, the empty fields and ripples of silence, beneath the wings of migrating skies, the whispers of summer in the last stands of high standing corn, the smudges of light, across the bands of grey, above the forest edges, it’s quiet, so quiet and still, I imagine so I am alone, in a world of the emptiness of echoes, the passing of memories, in the trembling hands of trees,...
The Memory Days
August 31, 2022 14:00 - 28 seconds - 357 KBThe Memory Days There are shrouds of mists, dapples and greys, the drizzle of clouds, droplets of morning rain, for with a shrug of wind through the apple trees, brings September among the branches, the last of August, the first of Autumn, the gentle decline, the memory of days. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlema...
September Golds and Morning Grey
August 30, 2022 16:00 - 28 seconds - 352 KBSeptember Golds and Morning Grey The first hints of September, through wisps of light in the still fall of early morning air, in the dapples of age, and grey amidst morning golds as summer, in bouquets of sky remembered in dawn still smiling fragrant beautiful standing there. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]
Apple Crow
August 29, 2022 15:00 - 58 seconds - 714 KBApple Crow Upon the apple tree a single Crow, barks, drily, across the crowds of standing, rustling corn, as wounded the sun, lifts the red of morning, empty, alone and forlorn. For into the dark the silent places, where shadows call August, left alone, lies weeping, lost in dreams of past the timely sage, the coming fall As summer’s leaving, the days slipping slowly across the hours the settling dust, the skeletal mourning of mutter...
Waiting (for rain)
August 28, 2022 14:00 - 1 minute - 1.26 MBWaiting (for rain) The silence grows, thicker, steepens back and back again, to a ragged subdued, event laden sky, on the fields, the winds, rest, subdued, dry and waiting, the earth pauses, as if still, waiting, flies buzz impatiently, hornets pierce the westerly edge of the mown emptiness of corn and grey, distances eclipsed by the flattened growl of distant thunder, it’s so very still, the bells of church and tower, time and season, steal across the steel grey gras...
The Scent of Clover
August 27, 2022 15:00 - 1 minute - 842 KBClover The scent of evening clover, soft, upon the evening airs, summer closing gracefully, the day hushed, the night falling swiftly, upon the terrace stairs for there are lights, and laughter here, the tinkling of glasses the afterglow paling as twilight gently, slowly falls shadows lengthen, stars whisper silence, silence, as a last blackbird scurries and across the garden calls And it’s beautiful this night, the first of seasons ...
A Day of Crystal Blue
August 25, 2022 16:00 - 44 seconds - 619 KBA day of crystal blue and thin, fragile morning light, a single star hangs in the heavens, the last watcher of a passing night. For the wind, is soft and gentle passing through the brittle hands of leaves, their trees bending, moaning softly in the memory laden breeze. For August her lanes and fields, empty of summer, are passing ever so quickly now, as shadows steepen, changing skies hint and beckon at the coming tithe of autumn’s grey and the k...
A Day of Crystal Blue
August 25, 2022 16:00 - 44 seconds - 619 KBA day of crystal blue and thin, fragile morning light, a single star hangs in the heavens, the last watcher of a passing night. For the wind, is soft and gentle passing through the brittle hands of leaves, their trees bending, moaning softly in the memory laden breeze. For August her lanes and fields, empty of summer, are passing ever so quickly now, as shadows steepen, changing skies hint and beckon at the coming tithe of autumn’s grey and the k...
Drifting
August 23, 2022 15:00 - 57 seconds - 704 KBA dream of flight, wings, skies and change after observing two Red Kites in flight. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]
Dances are of silver and in gold
August 22, 2022 15:00 - 30 seconds - 380 KBI never would have thought, that time would pass in dances of silver and in gold, the minutes like hours and days like prophecies unforetold, for tonight the moon is slipping, away from the eastern sky, chasing dreams of a summer’s day, for she left him and alone did time without saying farewell and goodbye. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do...
Mr.Moonlight? Really?
August 21, 2022 16:00 - 3 minutes - 2.27 MBMr. Moonlight I mean, really, who does he think he is? Mr.Romantic? Time he was brought back to earth for he’s up there again, you know, changing his face from a grin, to a smile, to a grimace and then doing his disappearing act again. I’ve seen it too many time, slipping and sliding across the sky, aloof, the slight ironic tilting his head to one side as if saying, ‘hey, look at me, a bare reflection of myself,’ expecting everyone to laugh and not miss the sun, you know, and then to simply...
Afterwards (the still life of trees)
August 20, 2022 12:00 - 1 minute - 932 KBAfterwards (the still life of trees) After the rain, I walked finding home in the hidden dark, the lane was empty, the houses silent, their windows shut, trees dripped in front gardens, nodding in the shadows of streetlights as I walked, quietly, slowly, into the past. The earth, at last, had exhaled, the thunder had cleared the evening skies, the dream, of rain simply, no more, just a fragrance a scent simple, and complex, light and ...
Waterfall
August 18, 2022 17:00 - 43 seconds - 554 KBWaterfall, waterfall listening to your warning voices of the coming flood, waterfall, waterfall, I would silence them if I could for the skies grow darker, and it’s not for today for the flood will come ‘don’t wait, don’t wait for them,’ they murmur, ‘for the future is written in the waves of another day,’ And as above the birds sing, from silence to silence and the close of dusk, the river stops suddenly, and chokes itself beneath the trees and leaves han...
The Jewel’s Eye 6 (Friday MBC)
August 13, 2022 12:00 - 2 minutes - 1.81 MBAs the three invisibly watched each other, the three events happened simultaneously. For a second time, George noticed it first… Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]
The Death of Books
August 12, 2022 16:00 - 24 seconds - 297 KBThe Death of Books She wrote to me about the death of books, I didn’t understand, until I read what I had written with my very own hand for then I saw my words, empty, without life upon the page, and realised the loss of imagination, is the symptom of wisdom deceased, at any age. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]
A Thousand Whispered Goodbyes
August 11, 2022 14:00 - 29 seconds - 378 KBA Thousand Whispered Goodbyes Gone are the stars, the summer airs of June and July, for August he waits, September beckons, time wanders, aimlessly, holding the lantern moon, searching for answers, hidden in the trembling forests and in a thousand whispered goodbyes. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]
The Calling
August 09, 2022 13:00 - 22 seconds - 273 KBThe Calling Calling the geese across an autumn sky, dreams the summer of August, sleeping stupefied, for the blossom, the nectar, the droplets of morning dew, sunlight awakens in promises, promises that spring never knew. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]
Still (another one)
August 07, 2022 15:00 - 1 minute - 1.09 MBStill (another one) Suddenly it became more than me. The silence. As if pressing against this time from all sides with waves of when. Not a whisper of a breeze, not a sound but that of the flight of a last bird, swooping, diving, skimming the last of daylight with her wings from a slumbering earth. And so I looked up, saw the orange afterglow, the last of high summer skies. I watched and waited, breathed the last hush and perfumes of a hot summers day, saw the stillness, the proud, taut, an...
The Roar!
August 06, 2022 05:00 - 28 seconds - 378 KBRoar The house shook, roof trembled, rain battered slates lashed with the hard pain of an emptying sky, inside cowering sheltering blinking beneath, the windows rattled, weeped, reflected back the blue black blindness of night no more Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]
Apple
August 05, 2022 12:00 - 1 minute - 1.09 MBAn apple, too early, rolling down, before me, along summer’s lane, to where do you race dear summer? where lies July now forgotten, through this darkened window pane? For all is forgiven, the heat, the sun the hard baked summer and earth, so do, please, come back and whisper, again through the trees and lift the moon heavenwards the swallows higher once again each of nature’s music loud and colourful once more in natures beauty to be ...
Pines
August 03, 2022 20:00 - 26 seconds - 396 KBPine resin and morning, fragrances of early dawn, the moon slipping in silver, across the forest edges of light, for hushed are the last stars in stillness, and the whispering farewell of night. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]
The Tinder Box Garden
August 02, 2022 16:00 - 2 minutes - 1.7 MBThe Tinder Box Garden And so begins another day, of heat and silence, already the apple trees wilt under the weight of the harvest year, each full, each heavy, with the light and warmth of the summer sun, and here, in the cool shade of early shadows, the first breath of the hush and wind, whisper, play and falter, resting awhile, upon the crisp and wrinkled hands of leaves, they tremble and fall, the weight of the blue sky, too much to bare, the...
Here (for July)
July 31, 2022 17:00 - 31 seconds - 427 KBHere (for July) I’m sitting, here in silence, in shadows, in the soft hush the dusk of early night, the first of stars hanging from whispering trees, thinking dreaming hearing your voice missing you in whispers the wind leaves in quietude’s garden, blossoming in moonlight, goodnight, she sings through the silence, goodnight, goodnight. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my...
The Memory of Trees
July 30, 2022 16:00 - 41 seconds - 597 KBThe Memory of Trees Along the lane, and beyond the curve of the rising hill, our trees knot and whisper, their leaves arching high overhead, their branches sway, the wind, soothes trembles, and wanders, between sky, cloud and sea, and along that beach, beyond the crest of the last edge, the last curve of tides, and a distant shore, we walk and remember, for the time we thought was in front of us, for we never listened to our foots...
Silver-Light
July 29, 2022 12:00 - 41 seconds - 510 KBSilver-Light Early evening and dusk, the sun slips across the thinning crepuscular sky, and beyond the silent trees each leaf whispers a silent hush, for the first of stars rise above the shadows of approaching night, and all is still all is silent as the distant wings of moon hint of August and the coming of silver-light Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing!...
The Wishing Rain
July 29, 2022 12:00 - 27 seconds - 387 KBWishing Rain (for August) Sitting, listening, feeling the afternoon wind carry the sky of falling rain, like music, like memories, dancing moments of thousands, wishing to the hidden and stars, that I can see, smile and laugh, with you once again. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]