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.
A cold wet winter day is ideal for sketching in the Studio, remembering bright wintery walks.
The sky darkens
Inkblots spread
Creating ghostly shadows
Swallowing the land.
Creatures hide Iin hollows
As spectral crossbows shoot
Icy arrows.
Suddenly white wings sweep
Across the shadows;
Golden breath blows
A magical rainbow of
Sparkling light.
At first light,
Floating thoughts sink into
An inky stillness.
Tiny tapping on the windowsill
Greets us and the skies gently brighten.
‘Bee-ilicious’ colours or favourite ice-cream flavours;
Fine feathering and watercoloured waves
Awaken dreamy seas and clouds tinged with flames.
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!
Majestically, a heron
Poises like an alabaster statuette.
When a ripple in the water
Takes his fancy,
The handsome heron
Dips quickly into the
Silent, sunlit pool.
Flipping his catch
Proudly, he moves from his patch
In a dash,
With a glinting flicker
Of feathers,
Singing in
The wind.
Frost temporarily preserves
The landscape in fine sugar dust:
A lustful feast.
Crusted tufts of wind whipped grasses
And rusted busts of proud seedpods,
Languish in a spangled frozen sea.
On rough textured tracks, puddles
Like mystical misted mirrors,
Creak and crack as sunshine
Seeps through apricot pillows
And weeping trees.
The dogs and I thoroughly enjoyed our frosty world of spangled surprises, apricot skies and mystical mirrors which creaked as we walked through our local countryside in rural Bedfordshire. Captured in every breath and every step this temporarily preserved moment was truly magical. Enjoy.
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.
Find out here about my passion for chairs.
My first upholstered chair is completed! My husband loves it!
