Poppy petals tumbling…

My cottage garden glows

With ragged pink blush

Poppies.

Summer winds blowing,

Tumbling petals flowing

Through a sea of leaves;

Frilly foxgloves enticing bees.

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Sunshine colours

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.

Sunflowers swirling

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Sunflowers swirling,

Warm faces wearing seaside hats;

Tower over faded filligree blooms;

A haven of stamens twirling,

Toasted cinnamon seedheads crackling

In marmalade sunshine.

Golden misty morn

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Misty early morn,

Corn shingle showers

Bless the flowers;

A festival of summer colours,

Candy stripes, mulled wine fine

Carressing petals;

Apricot posies with sanguine stamens!

Cream puffy ruffles, delicious as truffles!

Rosy pink lips that bumble bees kiss.

Whispy wandering webs where tiny feet

Tread tip toed to and fro 

Collecting magical scented dew.

Far and wide wood pigeons sigh,

Long-tailed tits flit about finding tasty bits.

Fallen apples ripe and tangy lie

Beneath dangly, tangled bramble boughs.

Hollyhocks and poppyheads rustle

Amongst the bustling of late summer.

Golden misty morn

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Misty early morn,

Corn shingle showers

Bless the flowers;

A festival of summer colours,

Candy stripes, mulled wine fine

Carressing petals;

Apricot posies with sanguine stamens!

Cream puffy ruffles, delicious as truffles!

Rosy pink lips that bumble bees kiss.

Whispy wandering webs where tiny feet

Tread tip toed to and fro 

Collecting magical scented dew.

Far and wide wood ppidgeons sigh,

Long-tailed tits flit about finding tasty bits.

Fallen apples ripe and tangy lie

Beneath dangly, tangled bramble boughs.

Hollyhocks and poppyheads rustle

Amongst the bustling of late summer.

The troubadour

The troubadour seeks hellibores

As his muse,

He visualises a heart wreath made of

Velvet warm petals,  meek rose pink

Twinkling  flowers and snow whites in fine fettle:

A delicate meander of pattern and colour.

From his medieval stone garret,

He weaves his words of love and valour.

Swathes of summer blooms

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Swathes of summer blooms,

so soon their petals will crumple and fade.

For many more sultry days,  bees will  bathe and tumble in pollen,

And many of us will loll about entranced by their hypnotic tune.