Time for me to stop playing and retreat to the Art Studio. I’ve done a few dahlia sketches, so time to cut my lino. This time I’ll do a single colour, burnt Umber relief printing ink. Here’s one I selected, printed on cartridge paper. I hope you like it!
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.
The misty morn peels,
Revealing sentinels of wintery fields.
Tallow rays, like a sweet mead glaze
Healing: a warming haze.
Treading through the meadow, footsteps as light as a fae,
Amazingly, brightening the day,
A pretty, pixie flower called sweet violet
Appears alone, shielded by the sleeping hedgerow
And wrapped with ivy and bay.
I wander along a buttercup meadow,
Treading carefully, wary of crushing
Miniscule lush, shiny bright heads.
Bees and butterflies seem soothed by
Sundrenched lullabies, safely cocooned in
Marooned in nature’s beautiful womb,
The swollen moon watches over me
As I enjoy her precious tunes.
Melodious ‘pips’ from dipping and soaring swifts;
Rippling reeds and silken tufted seeds;
Damsel flies glide, flickering
Emerald glints of tickling tails
As they settle on sighing willows
And whispering water mint
The warm morning sun
Adorns my being
As I meander through
Tawny, Scarlet and
Mead coloured trees;
Their leaves patterned
Dancing in the breeze.
Today’s weather is so beautiful and shows off the colours of autumn perfectly. I could not resist taking these photos on a walk around the nearby village of Cardington, which is very old, has very pretty cottages, an ancient church and gorgeous trees. I feel very uplifted and the dogs are satisfied and sleeping. I hope you enjoy reading my post. 🙂
Autumn’s rosy leaves
Warm our hearts as
We wander along the
Sheltered golden path
Of birch, ash and larch,
Weaving magical tales to
Tell by the glowing hearth.
Happy National Poetry Day!
I love to write poetry, however there’s nothing more perfect to do on an autumnal evening than sitting in my fireside chair with a cup of tea or a glass of Damson gin reading from a favourite poet in one of my lovely old poetry books.
Today we’re celebrating everything to do with poetry on National Poetry Day. Enjoy reading a poem today. 🙂 Who are your favourite poets?
I took this photo on the evening of the eclipse. I can only describe to you the atmosphere was just so magical and the sky was pure poetry!
I woke up at 3.00am gmt and ventured into our garden to watch the blood moon emerge as the eclipse took place. I shared the experience with the Piperstrelle bats which were swooping about. It was amazing. Unfortunately I had forgotten my camera and didn’t want to wake hubby who had an early start for work.:-)
After the rain,
Sollom clouds wallow.
Sunlight heaves back
The mighty black blanket:
Thus revealing nature’s
Seeing yet more rain on the window panes did not inspire me to take the dogs for a walk. Then I just thought that nature has a way of surprising the quiet lone walker, aware of the landscape and its glory.
The walk turned out to be long because there were so many wonderful happenings and sounds to delight my senses and far too much to capture. When we returned to the cottage, we were cold and wet so we settled by the fire with hot tea and toast. 🙂