Hawthorn morning



Hawthorn petals

like a lace wedding veil,

torn in a March gale;

sailing on scented winds

like fairy wings-

bringing spring’s tingling feeling

of happy, lingering, sunny days.

 
This poem is dedicated to yesterday’s International Poetry Day and a celebration of spring.

I’m really enjoying our walks in the countryside around Cople. Each day I wonder how many more buds are out, what suprises are there under the hedgerows: daisies, celedine, anemonies and tiny violets. Skylarks serenade us along the paths at the edges of fields and red kites circle above. Our prize is watching the brown hares running along the furrows and sunning themselves. Such beauty is to be savoured every moment!

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Zealous Yellow

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Zealous Yellow

Zealous yellow petals
Stretching for the sun.
Smiling stylish faces,
Miles and miles
Of fun!

Primative treat


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Demure Ox-eye daisies,
Like a sky
Studded with stars,
Shimmering,
Serene.
Pretty petals
Pure,
Pristine.
Dancing,
Daisies at
Your feet,
Lifting
Your spirits
With a
Primative
Treat.