Glorious bees

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!

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Autumnal treat

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.

The Writing Garden ~ Issue Nine

https://thewritinggarden.wordpress.com/2016/05/17/the-writing-garden-issue-nine/

A little late folks but I’d like to introduce you to Suzy Hazelwood’s wonderful Poetry zine called The Writing Garden. She selected my poem ‘Ivy Weaves’ for her May edition. My poem is 10th on the list, however there are lovely poems to read by talented poets. Enjoy! And many thanks to Suzy for choosing to publish my poem.

I must get on and make Sound clouds! 🙂

Filigree seeds

Filigree seeds float in filaments,

As sun quenched bees feed,

Lingering on Scabious stigmas like glittering beads.

Butterflies mingling on daisies and meadowsweet:

A lamentation to midsummer’s feast.

Swanky Swallows

On Saturday morning I went on an early morning bird song walk around the village and our woodland. It was so wonderful to learn so much about birds’ songs, how to identify birds by their songs and how they communicate to each other, it was fascinating and inspired me to write this poem.
My nature walks will never be the same again! I wish I had a fabulous long lens for my camera but then I couln’t realistically take my dogs on the walks and the dogs and I always walk together. Enjoy and have a lovely day. 🙂

Dancing Kitten Tails

Even though bitter winds can make me cringe:
Tears fall like salty streams.
Dancing kitten tails, ginger tinged,
Soft and kissed by sunshine beams.

I love this time of year when the sunshine peeps through the charcoal trees, lighting up the beautiful Hazel catkins and dancing on the trees. Sometimes taking a photograph can be challenging when it’s cold and windy and I have to sweep away the tears!

Snow fall

Snow falls over
The ridge silently: like
Pure dove down;
Fluttering,
Glowing like butter
When slivers of sunlight
Ease through umber trees.

The night became silent on Saturday as snow fell magically for the first time. We woke like excited children to watch snowflakes melting on our cottage bedroom window. Unfortunately the morning warmed up and our dreamland melted, so we decided to walk up our local ‘Greensands ridge’, where we knew snow would still be in the furrows and settled in the copses.

Winter glow

There is no snow
To give a gentle glow
Upon the tangled hedgerow,
However a yield of
Old man’s beard
Frames the far off fields
With tufts of wintry seeds,
Which drift and twinkle
In the breeze.

We’ve had such a mild Xmas and New year here in the UK and I’ve craved that childhood wonder of walking in crunchy snow as snowflakes melt on my lips and glisten like tiny jewels on the hedgerows.
We were lucky to be  introduced to this incredible ancient and magical area by our friends in Cople, who took us for an amazing walk along the old Icknield way and up to the Pegston hills and Deacon hill, which are a nature reserve and part of the Chilterns area of outstanding natural beauty. We will return many times to walk our dogs, enjoy the scenery change as spring brings it’s colour to the chalk hills.

Angels’ breath

We sat quietly last night upon a hill and watched the sun go down, reflecting on our fathers and watching daughters and sons walking with their fathers enjoying a rather special evening.  I heard many bells ringing and owls hooting as the sun melted into the soft blanket and then darkness fell.

Angels breath floats

On tangerine waves

Over turquoise seas

As serenity breathes.

Rainbow dew

Shivering,

Inkblot sky,

Drenching its thirst

With a candle glow like burst:

A shimmering birth,

Arcing the universe

As rainbow dew

Soaks the earth,

Infusing hope

And

Rejuvenation.

It is always a special moment watching a rainbow appearing on the horizon, then fading into a calming sky followed by a sunburst. Even though I was drenched, I felt rejuvenated by its luminosity and beauty.