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.
Rain revives waning blossom,
A faded, aged May Queen’s trane.
Tuneful, cooling teeny tears
Fall from scented ‘ears’,
Dissolving fears;
Blessing those who choose
To be the poet’s muse
And walk along the enchanted lane.
Yesterday,we waited forever for the torrential rain to ease so that we could
Tick tock Dandelion clock.
Seeds of Thyme and memories like a good wine.
Tompion’s cottage garden is where clock enthusiasts flock:
Little Tom Thumb swings from pendulums of spider’s thread,
Landing in a beautifully scented pink flowery bed.
I have been fascinated by this lovely old cottage for some time,so this morning as I drove past it, the golden early morning sunshine lit up the ravishing cottage garden so beautifully that I had to stop and take this photo. Tompion’s cottage at Ickwell Green, in Bedfordshire, England is very important part of Bedfordshire’s heritage and in fact England’s too. Thomas Tompion was the father of English Clockmakers and watchmakers (born c 1639and died 1713). He was buried in Westminster Abbey,London. The cottage was his home and is now maintained by the Worshipful Company of Clockmakers. His prestigious clocks are still fully operational today.
I hope you enjoy with me in his garden!
Watch the soothing sun stretch warm
Limbs from downy clouds like galloping
Unicorns across misty lawns.
Singing Skylarks wistfully twist
High into the watery distance,
As eaves of Barley corn kiss.
Where I live in the little village of Cople, Bedfordshire,  I can go out of my garden gate with my two Border Collies and walk for miles along footpaths and bridleways which take me through fields of Barley, peas and beans and many more crops. The Barley is soon to be harvested but looks stunning at the moment, particularly in the early morning and evening light. I love  to hear the corn popping in the heat. What do you love about summer? 🙂
Unfurling mysteries
From midnight glazed pearls:
The fae girls’ glistening
Whirling eyes.
Autumn is such a magical time anyway, however this autumn feels really special with its abundant gifts of beautiful fruits, bursting with healing energy. In every hedgerow and dangling from many trees are so many fruits, berries and nuts; we’re spoilt for choice. My husband made many jars of Damson jam to see us through the winter and spring.
Essence of presence
Preserved momentarily.
Precious and precarious,
Language of otherworldlyness.
How cathartic torrential rain can be. Even though I got soaked I felt closer to nature. All my senses became enhanced. It was a wonderful experience. Enjoy.:-)
Soulful roses,
Lover’s tipsy posies
They sip dewy petal potions
As their rouched lips
Whisper
A tryst…
Betroval.
Minute Periwinkles
Mooting to celebrate
Spring is here!
Toot! Toot!
Wood nymphs’whistles
Twinkling and tinkling,
Sweetly serenading
Fairy friends.
Heartwood forest near the village of Sandridge and the city of St.Albans is a truly magical place, it is a newly emerging woodland, owned and managed by the Woodland trust,it is England’s largest native woodland. The forest is surrounded by ancient woodlands where we saw woodpeckers and a couple of week’s ago beautiful Bluebells. Sometimes the tiny Periwinkle can be forgotten or trodden on. The language of flowers suggests that Periwinkles represent an early friendship.
Lilac lyrically
Soothes the
Humble Bumble,
Busily mumbling
And tumbling
In a jumbled
Shoal of sherbet,
Elfin confectionery.
Lilac starlets
For Fairy Queen’s
Tartlets.
Folklore describes the lilac tree as bringing peace and harmony. It represents spring having arrived and draws protective spirits into our lives. The lilac is buzzing with nature spirits where music is always being played bringing harmony into our lives.
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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