In the Fairy Wood a cool wind sings
Songs of summer past: Larks and cherry blossoms
Rambling roses for fairy posies.
Speckled yellow, ruby and rust leaves swirl,
Crunching under toes.
Dappled light, warm and bright Iilluminates
faces of forest mythological creatures,
A shadow show emerging; tree nymphs, Boris the troll
And frolocking fairies.
Brooding skies like galloping waves,
Tallow mallow ggiant’s fists!
Twisters suck up golden mists.
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.
Sunflowers swirling,
Warm faces wearing seaside hats;
Tower over faded filligree blooms;
A haven of stamens twirling,
Toasted cinnamon seedheads crackling
In marmalade sunshine.
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.
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.
Midsummer meadows cheers our hearts.
Bees reeling in floppy poppies,
Quaint corn cockles and radiant daisies jostle with lazy scabious
Lofty butterflies surf the breeze filled with meadowsweet mist.
Wishing seeds glimmer in honeyed rays,
Teazels sentinels of the fields, guard the wildflower maze.
Haystacks rest on dusty fields waiting for midsummer to heal.
Enjoy midummer days and long warm evenings.
Sunny morning,
Swifts soaring;
Dog rose scented air.
Maiden’s garlands,
wedding bells afar.
Harebells & summer fairs
Dancing campions,
Wild flower champion
The scarlet poppy!
Lazily, toe by toe,
Treading on wispy grasses;
Soft silk bed of fresh miniature flora.
Soaring high –
Skylarks, their
Singing lingers like lover’s whispers
Before vanishing through dreamy vapours.
Cow parsley’s filigree fountains
Shower the wake of Ox Eye daisies.
Hazy white petals slightly dazed,
Enjoy sherbet scented kissing wind.
I dream about being in a bluebell woodland,
Morning’s dampness on my hands.
I find a torn seam in elemental’s veil;
Ask to enter the precious trail.
Bare toes tickling on grassy moss,
Nose wrinkling as plumes of bluebells waft;
Lost in a deep purple blue lake,
Looking at the shapes the old oak makes,
Their wizened branches seeking light,
Orange tip butterflies flee with all their might!
Woodland’s serenade fades gently like a breeze;
I take a sip of Titania’s tea,
Finding myself mixing a pool of morning dew
With soothing dainty hues from the bluebell wood
on my watercolour palette ready for a new painting to emerge.
Rapeseed replenishes,
Energises.
Clouds of buttery yellow billow;
Brimstones and Commas drenched
In honeyed pollen,
Wings tilting elegantly
Dancing in sunshine.
Unfortunately those gorgeous delicate butterflies won’t linger long enough! But it is wonderful to watch them.
Rapeseed oil I hear is very good for us, especially if it is cold pressed. It can help painful joints.
Happy Easter all! 🙂
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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