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!

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? 🙂

Secret Scabious


scabious

Field Scabious,

Secretively peeping

From the fringes of

A shady lane,

Where weeping reeds

And sweeping leaves

Shelter them from

Melting in the

Sweltering summer sunshine.