Beautiful Wisteria perfuming the gentle breeze coming in through the cottage window.
Make a wish whilst
Wistfully wandering
Amongst Wisteria,
As it twists
And tumbles over
A humble door.
Bumblebees soar
After collecting the
Delicate nectar:
A misty mead
perfume.
It has been a beautiful frosty day. This morning the tangled fruit bushes and hedgerows looked delicious with their tempting iced crusted leaves and frosted berries. I knew this uniquely magical moment would change so quickly, as the sun melted the frost into droplets tinkling as they rolled from one leaf to another; so I captured the essences holding my breath, not wanting to disturb the moment. My dogs, being used to many a heavy frost when we were living in Edinburgh, rolled about and played, their paws skating on iced puddles.
Fairy confetti
Floats,
Wafting notes
Of zesty
Fondant,
As the woodland
Wanderer
Fondly
Longs for
A soak
In a dewy
Magical waterfall
Cavorting capriciously
In a Cowparsley cloud,
Voraciously darting
About; proudly
Singing aloud.
Shrouded in baby bunny-
Fine fluff,
Dreaming of silken
Butterflies,
Preening on
Milky filigree
Tufts.
When walking in the countryside around the beautiful sleepy hamlet of Bygrave with my friend and our three dogs, we took a footpath through a copse which was filled with Cowparsley. We trailed through a cloud of fluffy tufts, a dreamy, magical maze.
Zealous yellow petals
Stretching for the sun.
Smiling stylish faces,
Miles and miles
Of fun!
Whispering welcoming echoes,
Purple smoke sweeps
Like spectres across
The threshold.
Firelight flickers,
Glowing chintzy cobwebs
Weeping waves
around window panes.
Twisted hazel,
Musty myrtle,
Wise woman’s cozy coven.
Over the last few nights, I have watched the moon grow full. I have been walking in it’s magical light and spooky shadows listening to nature’s snuffles and hoots. Tonight it is full,so I thought this little poem rather appropriate.
Beguiling begonias
Flirtatiously flaunting
Flippy, floppy
Flowers;
Fruity,
Fizzy,
Cascading
Citrus sherbets;
Ambrosial
Juicy jewels,
Adorning,
Magnificent
Devas’ curls.
Autumn festival
Unfurls.
Languishing Morning Glory,
Glowing like
A pixie’s French horn,
Bathing
Ceremoniously
In morning rays;
Playing a fanfare
To golden
Days.
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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