Glossy cheeky buds

Glossy cheeky buds

Unfurling like sateen skirts

Blowing in the wind,

Delightfully sensual too:

A memory of summer.

I’m enjoying the Tanka poetic form. I hope you enjoy my poem. This beautiful red flowered shrub in my cottage garden is so divine.

Enjoy your weekend!😃


Bursts of brilliant stars

Bursts of brilliant stars,

Stretching, kicking like dancers,

Love to be dazzlers,

Warming the observers’ hearts

While winter’s greaving departs.

These miniature iris’s were a beautiful surprise: inspiration for my Tanka poem above. I hope you enjoy it. I don’t always use a specific poetic form, so I hope it has worked!

Sunshine colours

Spring bulbs flourish;

Sunshine colours lift our spirits;

Delicate drifts of croci emerge as The mist dissolves behind the trees,

Birch branches shimmer in the breeze.


Ice fairies shake their wings

Over forlorn umber seedheads, forgotten:

They kiss brittle leaves, weathered

By cruel winds;

Tinged with sweet powder of life,

Russet, Crimson, damson and evergreen leaves reach out for

Spring, which will come soon

Singing in the sweet breeze.

Bright and warm

Shoots produding,

Shiny Buds swelling,

Pussy willow a silver sensation!

Petals waxy, honey sweet.

Catkins like knitted fingers;

Golden rays warming

Our hearts on cold days;

Brightening winter days


In the winter sunshine, the garden looks bright and cheerful after the lull after deep winter wild weather. Hellebores are so delicate, peeping beneath glossy leaves. Very few tiny snowdrops have decided to appear over the last couple of years. They are always such a joy to see. I’ll be taking the dogs on a local snowdrop walk soon to look for different varieties within the snowdrop carpet, underneath the tree canopy.

I hope you are all enjoying a cosy Sunday, wherever you are. Warm wishes.x

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. 

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.