I am walking through the tree line avenues protected from roaring warning winds.
Brittle branches are torn away landing like arrows ripping into the land’s heart.
Leaves dive and dart, grasses like babbling streams.
Leaning into an old gnarled tree, I look high into the patterns made by silhouettes of leaves.
What will I dream of…
Glorious bees
Glorious bees thrive on electric blue filament like petals,
Glowing in a golden sea of pollen.
This wonderful structured plant, Cynara, like a giant artichoke has electric blue petals, however morning light and exposure has made them purple!
After a long period of very hot weather for the UK, the garden has welcomed rain and a cooler period, as I have deadheaded and weeded I have noticed bees and butterflies more often. My lawn is the colour of straw and probably won’t recover this summer.
I hope you are having a god day. Apologies for my go slow blogging at the moment due to disruption in routine as the builders have been at home. The resulting conservatory needs decorating and furnishing but has brought so much light inside the cottage, and I can enjoy changing weather, sunrises and sunsets as well as starry nights from inside!
Whispering tones ,
Ancient trees:
Parched shredded tomes:
Weathered doors moan,
Leaning
Golden patterns
Breathing shadows .
Sifted shifting soothing,
Cirrus,
Sapphire blue hue.
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Please click on the link to read my poem inspired by my recent ramble.
I hope you enjoy my post. The weather has been warm so we’ve been exploring our woodland pathways. As ever, I am inspired so much by my walkhs in the surrounding countryside whilst enjoying the company of my dogs; sometimes joined by my husband and friends.
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.
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.
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;
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.
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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!
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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!
