My cottage garden glows
With ragged pink blush
Poppies.
Summer winds blowing,
Tumbling petals flowing
Through a sea of leaves;
Frilly foxgloves enticing bees.
My cottage garden glows
With ragged pink blush
Poppies.
Summer winds blowing,
Tumbling petals flowing
Through a sea of leaves;
Frilly foxgloves enticing bees.
Spring bulbs flourish;
Sunshine colours lift our spirits;
Delicate drifts of croci emerge as The mist dissolves behind the trees,
Birch branches shimmer in the breeze.
Granny’s gate
Always open.
Skipping along
The cobbled path,
Brushing by
Candyfloss flowers
And lollypop lupins.
Icing sugar windows
Glisten.
West wind blows
Memories through
The front door;
Wibbly wobbly
Licorice beams
And painted furniture
For the three bears.
Rippling rose syrup
Ice cream topped
With sugar violets,
Savoured whilst
Wooed with
Tales of olden days
And recipes of
Dripping pink
Iced buns and
Drizzling
Lemon cake.
Whispers of
Garden Fairies
Painting dainty
Dust on playful
Plump plums,
Blushing berries
And sparkling
Strawberries.
Glowing gran
Kisses goodbye,
The vignette fades
To a hazy
Kaleidoscopic
Dream.
Nostalgia brings
Tears of joy,
Weeps away fears
And deeply
Heals.
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