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…
A cold wet winter day is ideal for sketching in the Studio, remembering bright wintery walks.
Sensual Sloes,
Juicy and black
Like crows.
Lucid in
Tangled ancient
Hedgerows.
I have been watching these delicious sloes ripen as I walk past with my dogs every day. Soon I’ll be harvesting them and steeping them in gin. It has been a lovely summer for fruits and nuts.
Watch the soothing sun stretch warm
Limbs from downy clouds like galloping
Unicorns across misty lawns.
Singing Skylarks wistfully twist
High into the watery distance,
As eaves of Barley corn kiss.
Where I live in the little village of Cople, Bedfordshire,  I can go out of my garden gate with my two Border Collies and walk for miles along footpaths and bridleways which take me through fields of Barley, peas and beans and many more crops. The Barley is soon to be harvested but looks stunning at the moment, particularly in the early morning and evening light. I love  to hear the corn popping in the heat. What do you love about summer? 🙂
Radiant wild roses,
Romantically
Reminiscent of
Fairy summer balls
Where lemon scented garlands
Twist and twirl,
Adoringly adorning
Dewy curves.
Lullaby orchard,
Undulating verdant lawn,
sundrenched spring morn,
Thawing thirsty buds,
Bursting with
Honeyed dew:
Nature’s muse.
Sometimes my sat nav takes me up a country lane which appears to be going nowhere. Without this quirky technology I wouldn’t have found this gorgeous little tranquil spot deep in the English countryside. I stopped my car and the dogs and I drank in the honeyed, gentle early spring morning. It was a special moment which reminded me of how inspirational nature is to me. Enjoy your day or evening. 🙂
As warm days fade,
The gardener is proud
Of what’s been made
By fork and spade
And nature’s magical ways.
Loud bursts of orange,
Punctuated with pink,
Daft dashes of
Laughing lemons:
Reflecting a season
Of the gardener’s
Signature taste.
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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