Warm faces wearing seaside hats;
Tower over faded filligree blooms;
A haven of stamens twirling,
Toasted cinnamon seedheads crackling
In marmalade sunshine.
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. 🙂
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.
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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! 🙂
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? 🙂
Sauntering sodden fields,
Watching watery, wintery
Skies shyly shielding
A glistening yield:
Twinkling beaded seeds,
Wrought, listening reeds
Among apricot tinted
Streams and meads.
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.
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