Solitary Snowdrops

Solitary Snowdrops,

Snuggled in a sudden snowdrift,

As fine as sifted icing sugar.

Cople churchyard is beautiful at the moment with a smattering of celedines, voilets and tiny Blue star like flowers. However it is solitary huddles of snowdrops which inspire me the most because they appear in harsh weather and bring us hope of spring. We are about to get snow here in the UK at the weekend, I have to say it is very pretty but we need the warmth of the sunshine. For those of you deep in a cold winter, I hope you’re keeping cosy.

The snowdrop scribble was inspired by my walk in the churchyard, hopefully I’ll be able to get in the Studio soon to have a play with designs, do a watercolour or maybe a screenprint.

My creative time is very precious because I have an elderly dog recovering from a Stroke and a puppy who is delightful and full of fun, requiring lots of attention, training and walks. Life is full on!

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Bright and warm

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;

Brightening winter days

 

In the winter sunshine, the garden looks bright and cheerful after the lull after deep winter wild weather. Hellebores are so delicate, peeping beneath glossy leaves. Very few tiny snowdrops have decided to appear over the last couple of years. They are always such a joy to see. I’ll be taking the dogs on a local snowdrop walk soon to look for different varieties within the snowdrop carpet, underneath the tree canopy.

I hope you are all enjoying a cosy Sunday, wherever you are. Warm wishes.x

Serene Snowdrop

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Serene Snowdrop,

Small heart translucent face,

Peeping shyly through downy lace.

Awakened by a sour biting  breeze,

Which makes her cower, she

Curls up, sheltering under boughs

Of mighty beech trees.

Suddenly a shower of frosty crystals

Adorn the mysterious, tearful princess,

Crowning her with a spectacular tiara

As the dryad minstrels play their lyres.

Queens of winter days

A stormy graphite puddle
Befuddled,
Eased by teasing sunlight,
Warming treacly tree buds.
Sleeping Sweet Violets;
Weeping Speedwell peeping
From the hedgerow whilst
Snowdrops gaze:
They are of course
The Queens of winter days;
Preening for the fae.

Nature’s refuge

Crumbling stones

Gently moan.

Creeping foliage,

Home to mice,

Owls and bones.

Ramblers

Seeking solace,

Listen to

Nature’s songs.

Even on a winter’s afternoon, Ayot St. Lawrence’s ruined church is still romantic and beautiful. Tiny snowdrops surround the ancient graves like frozen tears. After our walk, we sat in the car drinking tea from a flask and eating home-made cake, whilst I scribbled away in my notebook.   Hertfordshire has so many delightful and atmospheric  villages to explore.

Serene Snowdrops

Serene Snowdrops,

Soulful,

Sometimes

Woeful.

Gallantly graceful,

Forever hopeful.

Snowdrops

‘consolation and hope’

from Victoria’s dictionary of flowers

‘The Language of Flowers’

By

Vanessa Diffenbaugh

On a lovely peaceful walk around the village of Kimpton, Hertfordshire, we came across these serene Snowdrops,delicately grouped around the old trees,lighting up the winter’s day.  I’m reading the above amazing book at the moment and found Victoria’s meaning very appropriate.  I hope you enjoy my post.

Earth’s Awakening

Joy wakes,
Winter breaks,
Solitude moves
Her heavy shoes.

Inspirational evening

Spring’s warm glow,

Romantic mists flow

In the Celendine and Snowdrop breeze.

Optomistic swallows tease,

Young greens twist

Through reeds.

Snowdrops

Snowdrops are like angels’ tears of joy
Appearing when our hearts are forlorn
Brooding over dense, gloomy skies.

Abundantly they sway their demure heads in
Sweet, gentle spring  breezes,
Chattering together on the banks of village lanes.

Spring brings hope and happiness to all of us.