First frost breathes…


First frost breathes through crystalline teeth,

 Steeping brightly hued blooms into a moon dipped

Weeping sleep.

I look down the garden now at the damp brown rotting garden and remember the warm days filled with summer fresh scents; butterflies and bees everywhere. Then came the first frost, it was such a shock but turned the garden into a magical place, frozen and beautiful. I am so grateful for nature. As the garden lies sleeping,  I enjoy every day as a different day. I can see the birds hopping about and the gentle mellow yellow sunshine through watery leaves. 

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Autumnal treat


Autumn’s door closes as

Winter’s door opens to

A welcoming hearth of

Glowing embers: friends remembered.

Bessoms sweeping crispy leaves,

Birds feeding on filigree seeds.

Sipping warm mead, reading

Gilded tomes about far away homes,

goblins,  gnomes, fairies and

Treasure troves.

Garden of dreams


Autumnal leaves tumbling wishes in threes;

 Zinnias zooming high, catching sunbeams;

Glowing mountain ash berries: a magical tea;

Rest in the healing garden of dreams.

Dahlia Lino cut print


Time for me to stop playing and retreat to the Art Studio. I’ve done a few dahlia sketches, so time to cut my lino. This time I’ll do a single colour, burnt Umber relief printing ink. Here’s one I selected, printed on cartridge paper. I hope you like it! 


  

Sunflowers swirling



Sunflowers swirling,

Warm faces wearing seaside hats;

Tower over faded filligree blooms;

A haven of stamens twirling,

Toasted cinnamon seedheads crackling

In marmalade sunshine.

Golden misty morn


Misty early morn,

Corn shingle showers

Bless the flowers;

A festival of summer colours,

Candy stripes, mulled wine fine

Carressing petals;

Apricot posies with sanguine stamens!

Cream puffy ruffles, delicious as truffles!

Rosy pink lips that bumble bees kiss.

Whispy wandering webs where tiny feet

Tread tip toed to and fro 

Collecting magical scented dew.

Far and wide wood pigeons sigh,

Long-tailed tits flit about finding tasty bits.

Fallen apples ripe and tangy lie

Beneath dangly, tangled bramble boughs.

Hollyhocks and poppyheads rustle

Amongst the bustling of late summer.

Golden misty morn


Misty early morn,

Corn shingle showers

Bless the flowers;

A festival of summer colours,

Candy stripes, mulled wine fine

Carressing petals;

Apricot posies with sanguine stamens!

Cream puffy ruffles, delicious as truffles!

Rosy pink lips that bumble bees kiss.

Whispy wandering webs where tiny feet

Tread tip toed to and fro 

Collecting magical scented dew.

Far and wide wood ppidgeons sigh,

Long-tailed tits flit about finding tasty bits.

Fallen apples ripe and tangy lie

Beneath dangly, tangled bramble boughs.

Hollyhocks and poppyheads rustle

Amongst the bustling of late summer.

Delightful dahlia melody


Delightful dahlia melody,

Sunshine melting

Majestic petals.

Honey bee settles.

Holly hocks ball


​Ruby red holly hocks,

Silk swirling frocks, 

Mingling at the summer ball.

A scented breeze,

Timely sends bursting buds to

Rest upon the lawn.

Purposely the lover places them in

A wicker box, ties it tight with forget-me-nots;

With red rose ink he pens

‘Holly meet me tonight at the folly’.

The story begins.

Summer colour in the cottage garden

The above link to my Lavendermoongirlsbrownharecottage wp site will take you to where the inspiration came from for this poem and photo and will give you more insight into my cottage garden.