Winter’s teeth holds the North by her silver locks
Waiting to release her when the home-coming colours
Light the night sky.

Shelter grows from the blueing birches.
Comfort has fled the nest south
Readying for the next venture.

Raw bones of land claw back the hope
Of yet more time to stare with glassy orbs
Upon the birth of another dawn.

Northern stars cry their low serenades
Calling us back home to forest, shore
Glen, moss and moor.

About the author

Jason follows his lifelong vocation as a countryside photographer who tries to catch the spirit of the places he visits. After decades working as a professional editorial photographer he now focuses much of his time on conceptual fine art photography, visual storytelling and in aiding others to follow their creative calling.

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  • Wonderful poetry……I feel the need of a book of your Earthlight images and your poetry…..a thought perhaps? Your writing is amazing Jason…..thank you. ❤

    • Thank you Anne. Yep you first suggested this to me many years ago and it’s something I’m keeping in mind now as I step more purposely into my own creative path.

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