A golden rose entices your nose,
closer to Iits glowing heart.
A sniff of summer apricot tart,
Smiling barley corn fields
And high fluttering larks,
Lulling you out of the dark.
This beautiful rose was planted in spring and is happily flowering, delighting hearts. 🙂
My son gets married on Saturday, so as you can imagine I’ll be very busy over the next couple of days! So I’ve taken a quiet moment, while my dogs lie asleep to reflect on a few beautiful moments of spring. My son is getting married to a lovely Scottish girl in Edinburgh. The celebration is to be held at a Scottish country home and estate, so I hope to be capturing the essence of that beautiful day and location and share it with you next week.
I posted this on The legion of door whores site. One beautiful day I came across this beautiful tranquil house, a retreat and home of ‘Barefoot Therapies’. I loved the blue door, the Buddha and the wind chimes lulling me into that peaceful place.
Walking around the quaint village of Shillington in Bedfordshire, I came across this spooky door. I expected to see a black cat looking out from the window.
Whispering welcoming echoes,
Purple smoke sweeps
Like spectres across
The threshold.
Firelight flickers,
Glowing chintzy cobwebs
Weeping waves
around window panes.
Twisted hazel,
Musty myrtle,
Wise woman’s cozy coven.
Over the last few nights, I have watched the moon grow full. I have been walking in it’s magical light and spooky shadows listening to nature’s snuffles and hoots. Tonight it is full,so I thought this little poem rather appropriate.
As rain ran in rivers,
Drips glistened from
tree branches like
Pearls.
Steam puffed from
cottages,
a dragon sleeping
perhaps!
Cats curled up
on plump sofas,
Chinks through chintz,
Wood smoke weaving
Winter whispers.
Cobweb cottage
Higgledy piggledy;
Whiskers wiggling
Titmouse twitching,
A lonely weathered seat,
Perfect for siesta,
Awaits  a
Change in the weather
Every day has been a wet grey day this week;the fields have been soggy and even the dogs have been fed up of getting muddy! For a change I decided to visit a friend and go for a  walk round the quiet old village of Kimpton in Hertfordshire; my photos inspired me to write this poem as did my feelings about that damp,dark day, its smells,sounds and the ghostly cottages by the churchyard on the green.
It’s my birthday today, so how better than to share my village ramble with you! Â I also enjoyed coffee and cake this morning and my tranquil yoga class and the day is not yet over!
This photo was taken in a fishing village, Winterton on sea, Norfolk, last summer. I find the cottage eerie and I wonder how many spirits lie behind the windows and how many stories of past fishing lives have been told behind those windows. I also love the climbing roses.
The photo was selected in response to the daily post’s weekly photo challenge ‘window’. I hope you enjoy it.
I just thought I’d share with you this lovely christmas cottage, all lit up. I go past this jolly home every evening on my regular dog walk around the village, it puts me in a festive mood. It’s lovely that people make the effort to cheer up the local community by putting on a colourful display.
Festive feast
Peeping lavishly,
Dripping luscious,
Succulent scarlet
Berries;
Merry amongst
Evergreens.
Seek for a wreath,
Woven with holly
To greet revellers,
Jingling reindeer
And tingling fairies.
Snowy owl,
Amply attired
In luxurious down.
Swoops across
Miles of inky skies:
A winking web
Of shimmering stars
Where shadows shift
Within twisted,
Creaking copses.
Fizzy frost
Stiffens
The forest.
Woodsmoke
Gently waves
Messages
Into the galaxy.
As the broad
Oak moans,
Snowy owl
Returns to
The nook:
Home.
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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