The sky darkens
Inkblots spread
Creating ghostly shadows
Swallowing the land.
Creatures hide Iin hollows
As spectral crossbows shoot
Icy arrows.
Suddenly white wings sweep
Across the shadows;
Golden breath blows
A magical rainbow of
Sparkling light.
A stormy graphite puddle
Befuddled,
Eased by teasing sunlight,
Warming treacly tree buds.
Sleeping Sweet Violets;
Weeping Speedwell peeping
From the hedgerow whilst
Snowdrops gaze:
They are of course
The Queens of winter days;
Preening for the fae.
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.
Limbs of whimsical trees
Stretch and seemingly sneeze,
Retching in the icy breeze.
Through arches of Larch,
Over finials and pinnacles
Starlet particles dart
With elementals,
Soaring into a roaring
Tourmaline wintery
Infinity.
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.
Unfurling mysteries
From midnight glazed pearls:
The fae girls’ glistening
Whirling eyes.
Autumn is such a magical time anyway, however this autumn feels really special with its abundant gifts of beautiful fruits, bursting with healing energy. In every hedgerow and dangling from many trees are so many fruits, berries and nuts; we’re spoilt for choice. My husband made many jars of Damson jam to see us through the winter and spring.
Soulful roses,
Lover’s tipsy posies
They sip dewy petal potions
As their rouched lips
Whisper
A tryst…
Betroval.
Luxurious Lupins
Flourishing,
Nourishing
Nougat turrets,
Glittering,
Tinkling
Amethyst
Pixie pinnacles.
Smell the healing fragrance of honey. Nourish your imagination.
This border in the town centre of Welwyn Garden City was filled with lupins and Cerulean iris, so beautiful.
Foxglove finials,
Intoxicating,
Scintillating.
Turrets towering
Over Cowparsley
Handkerchiefs.
Campion lamps
Shine over
Fae folk feet.
Foxgloves are also called ‘Fairy petticoats’ and ‘Fairy thimbles’. There are three symbolic meanings of this beautiful wild flower: insincerity, youth and a wish. I see them everywhere on my walks decorating the borders along fields. Often as I get closer, a baby rabbit peeps its head out and leaps about amongst the grasses and flowers.
Fairy confetti
Floats,
Wafting notes
Of zesty
Fondant,
As the woodland
Wanderer
Fondly
Longs for
A soak
In a dewy
Magical waterfall
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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