Sunflowers swirling



Sunflowers swirling,

Warm faces wearing seaside hats;

Tower over faded filligree blooms;

A haven of stamens twirling,

Toasted cinnamon seedheads crackling

In marmalade sunshine.

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Wild briar rose


Wild briar rose,Sun soaked face,

Petals as sheer as fine lace;

Like a dancer on tip toes

Wearing silky pink bows,

Silently pirouetting.

Suddenly a brazen breeze

Brings a helter shelter of

Hawthorn mizzle.

She shelters under a petal glaze

Forlorly marooned in scented dew.

Amazing alliums


Amazing alliums,

Purple blazing pom poms

Like a summer Starry sky.

Gazing at the trailing constellation,

Warmed by satiated petal faces.


These gorgeous alliums are enjoying their performance in our newest border;  an explosion of deep magenta, so structural and yet delicate and elegant. 

Tranquility among the grasses


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Bashfully passing through
Languishing grasses,
As peeping, floppy poppies
Leap and dive like dashing
Flamenco dancers.

Gleaming Banquet


Gleaming Banquet

After the rain,

Sollom clouds wallow.

Suddenly,

Sunlight heaves back

The mighty black blanket:

Thus revealing nature’s

Gleaming banquet.

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. 🙂

Secluded Whispering Waters


In the salty, storm washed day...

In the salty, storm washed day…

In the salty,

Storm washed day,

The dogs were warm and

Longed to play;

They Launched into

Secluded whispering waters,

Framed by bullrush torches

And scorched

Willow herb bay.

The inspiration for my poem today was Cee’s Black and white photography challenge topic: Reflections.

You can see more entries from clicking the link below:

Cee’s black and white photo challenge: Reflections

Mystical Thistles


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Mystical Thistles

Twist their silver

Bristles.

Sycamore keys

Kiss in seed

Filled mists.

Fairies in gilded rickshaws

Ride at a lick on

Chamomile lawns:

Admired by

Nymphs

Tooting silver

Horns.

Victorian town Parks such as this one near the stunning Embankment in Bedford,  offer beautiful borders along pathways  to explore, abundant with nature, away from the hustle and bustle of the town.  I enjoyed a lazy summer afternoon here with a friend after a leisurely lunch. I expect these thistles will appear in my design work soon!  🙂

Rowing on the River Ouse at the Embankment,  Bedford

Rowing on the River Ouse at the Embankment, Bedford

Enjoying a leisurely stroll on the Embankment,  Bedford

Enjoying a leisurely stroll on the Embankment, Bedford

Magical summer morning


Magical summer morning

Watch the soothing sun stretch warm

Limbs from downy clouds like galloping

Unicorns across misty lawns.

Singing Skylarks wistfully twist

High into the watery distance,

As eaves of Barley corn kiss.

Where I live in the little village of Cople, Bedfordshire,  I can go out of my garden gate with my two Border Collies and walk for miles along footpaths and bridleways which take me through fields of Barley, peas and beans and many more crops. The Barley is soon to be harvested but looks stunning at the moment, particularly in the early morning and evening light. I love  to hear the corn popping in the heat. What do you love about summer? 🙂

Glistening yield


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Sauntering sodden fields,

Watching watery, wintery

Skies shyly shielding

A glistening yield:

border collies sauntering sodden fields

Twinkling beaded seeds,

Wrought, listening reeds

Among apricot tinted

Streams and meads.

twinkling beaded seeds

Around the village of Cople in Bedfordshire, there are many quiet country walks where because the land is fairly flat one can enjoy sauntering, seeing where one ends up just walking the many old footpaths and bridleways. My dogs are always happy splashing in puddles whilst I breathe in nature’s yield, watching a brown Hare or listening to nature’s harpsicord, the stream. Nothing was more magical than wandering along the track as the sun gradually sunk, gone for another wonderfully rich day.

Soulful Roses


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Lover’s tipsy posies

They sip dewy petal potions

As their rouched lips

Whisper

A tryst…

Betroval.