White pillows
Float into hollows, nooks
And burrows.
Aspen and willow,
Stark, dark: sinister
Whispering sharp wind
Billows.
Lichen hillocks.
Holly and blackthorns
Creak under laden leaves
Dripping icy nature’s tea.
Flirty flurries settle on warm cheeks
And tiny beaks.
Woodland Wildlife seeks solace
From fizzing blizzards.
Winter lakeside:
Grey pools binding
With silver speckled rinds;
Threads and reeds surfing
Across leafy waves,
Warmed by gentle waves.
Winter is hanging on, but I like its inky beauty and sparkling surprises.
January’s lamp black trees
Dripping tears.
Weeping tangled larches
Tickling lichen bark;
Crows huddled in puddles,
Riddles in ink blotted dark skies.
Welly prints in sticky mud;
Children dropping crumbs
From winter tarts.
Happy New Year! Stride out on winter walks, feeling crisp air brushing your cheeks. Stop and listen to the birds. Watch the wintery dark tree branches dancing in bracing wind. Welcome January!
The post box bulges
Once a year, full
Of wishes and Christmas
Cheer. Small and perfect;
Large with glittered stickers,
The post is ready to go.
Vague addresses like
Cottage by the loch, loch sheil:
Once a year the postie will
be determined to deliver
Christmas cheer; driving on
Bumpy tracks through snowy
Woodlands where curious deer
Leap and peer at the postie
Driving oer misty mountains,
Watching swans skating.
Deep in the forest, animals,
Fae and elves meet by the light
Of the wintery moon.
Wishing you all a happy Christmas and a healthy, lucky New Year!
Thank you to all my readers and followers without you this blog wouldn’t be here. Christmas cheer. Hugs and warm wishes!
A veil gently falls,
Groaning, hollow seedheads reach,
Dark shifts crystal ball.
I haven’t written a Haiku for a long while. It’s simpl
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.
I always find walking along the North Norfolk coastal path calming restorative. The endless skies of clouds whch make dreamy characters from children’s picture books and the gentle salty air filled with samphire and sea lavender. The colour palette and interesting wild textures inspire me to write and paint.
Here are two textured painted sketches of the atmosphere evocative of Stiffkey salt marshes. I hope you enjoy t
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.
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.
