Cowslip bells

Mellow yellow

Cowslip ‘bells’

Jingling in scented meadows

And musty dells; amongst

Salty springy mosses.

A distant lark flutters;

The ethereal song mingling

With chimes from the sacred

Woodland.

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After the rain

After the rain, pink buds

Burst with delicate scents reminiscent

Of rhubarb, rose and lemon.

Stepping through the glade, entranced,

Serenaded by tiny pearly drips

Cascading from blossom lips

And freshly opened leaves.

Masquerading Veiled Fairies

Masquerading veiled fairies

Dance in a cascading

Mane

As radiant stamens

Parade their flames.

The  dogs and I love to walk in our local nature reserve; I call it the Fairy Woodland because it really is a special place to sit and enjoy magical moments such as the delicate scent of mingled blossom from a dew drop, a tiny Blue butterfly sunning its wings on a buttercup, a cuckoo and at dusk the eerie cry of a barn owl.

Happy first day of June everyone.  🙂

Celebration

My son gets married on Saturday, so as you can imagine I’ll be very busy over the next couple of days! So I’ve taken a quiet moment, while my dogs lie asleep to reflect on a few beautiful moments of spring. My son is getting married to a lovely Scottish girl in Edinburgh. The celebration is to be held at a Scottish country home and estate, so I hope to be capturing the essence of that beautiful day and location and share it with you next week.

First blustery blossom

First blossom,
Scenting
Blustery mornings
Like freshly
Laundered linen.
Fairy bride’s millinery,
Glowing with
Knowing fragility
Sewing silver
Threads
Around
Bethrothed heads,
Beginning
Of March,
They be wed.

Forlorn Hellebore

 

Hellebores,

Forlornly maudlin,

Winter warms,

Skylarks’ playfully soaring

on a

blossom filled morning.

Zealous Hellibore

dizzily dawdling.

Wilderness Trail

Footsteps trailing
Meditatively,
Anonymously
Following the
Intimately
Woven water’s edge,
Fraying
Like a hessian canvas.

Startled mallards
Fly in matrices.
The whistling winds
Ward off timid tits
Huddling amidst
Eiderdown blossoms.
Swifts screech,
Sweeping as
Wild waves make
Signets weep.

First Blossoming