Ivy weaves glossy leaves
O’er potting shed knots
And rusty locks.
Lingering on gusty
Limbs and whispering
Wise rings.
The great ancient
Sings.
Springs is here, but winter winds bit into my dry lips and reminded me today to protect myself from the elements and keep nourished and warm. We enjoyed exploring the wild woodland and listening to their songs.
It has been a beautiful frosty day. This morning the tangled fruit bushes and hedgerows looked delicious with their tempting iced crusted leaves and frosted berries. I knew this uniquely magical moment would change so quickly, as the sun melted the frost into droplets tinkling as they rolled from one leaf to another; so I captured the essences holding my breath, not wanting to disturb the moment. My dogs, being used to many a heavy frost when we were living in Edinburgh, rolled about and played, their paws skating on iced puddles.
When zephyrs float by
Like fine cotton blouses,
it’s going to be a good day!
Gentle breezes massaging
The face, ruffling hair.
Zephyrs magically scribble
Spirited messages.
Aeromancy: fanciful
Horses can bring power,
Seraphins, protection
From sentinels.
Zephyrs blow
Away nightmares
Bringing calm
And happiness.
Even though spring is here,
Yen, tumultuously plays
With my solar plexus.
Floating through fields
Of delicate anemones and
Minute, cobalt blue, speedwell,
I am Yenning to brush past
Confident heads of wild Campions
And daisies,
Resting in the meadow,
Conversing with bees,
Picnicking in a waist
High, impressionist painter’s
Meadow,
Feeling content.
Unicorns peep through
Copses adorned with crystals.
Tiptoe on chamomile lawns,
Mesmerized by trickling
Rainbow fountains,
Through stone arches.
Xanadu’s most secret,
enchanted garden.
Hidden in the Wishing Tree,
Tokens large and small
Embellish hollows
And nooks.
Adornments, silver bells,
Moonstones and Quartz
Rose scented fairy cakes,
Strings of river pearls,
Patiently hang from
Creaking boughs
Awaiting spring dawn.
As Cuckoos cry,
Dryads fly, dancing
With butterflies.
Nymphs kiss each wish,
Encasing in pearlescent bubbles,
Releasing far away to
The land where wishes
Are fulfilled.
Satisfied, the Wishing Tree
Shakes, stretches branches
Waiting for new wishes to come.
Make a wish!
Festival!
Vibrant colourful boats
Shelter together,
Bright kaleidoscopic bunting
Laughing,
Ardent midday sun
Penetrating.
Amidst thronging jollity
Intimate marriage takes place.
Their vivacious, flourishing, shimmering
Robes, reflect passionate vibrancy
Of the festival beyond.
Quiet backwater,
Contemplates,
Undulates, waiting
For enchanted admirers
Who seek tranquillity.
As dreams unfold,
Nature’s story is told,
Larks chorus,
Wood pigeon’s purr,
Swans drifting
Waiting for waters to stir.
Red Admirals flirt
With nectar rich flaura,
Honey bees
Seek wild Primula.
Treasure
Warmth,
Touching
Roundness, smooth,
Silkiest natural palest
Pebble, greys, browns.
Treasure their free
Affectionate playful natures,
Deep, soulful, sky blue
Eyes, knowing.
Treasure moodiness,
Turbulent swell,
Spitting waves,
Sudden dry saltiness
In the air.
Invigorating
Thirst,
Mezmerised
By shimmering,
Laboradite waters.
To treasure
And be treasured is
A calm knowingness.
Love
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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