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.
Calming cowslips,
A remedy of old:
Sip three spoonfuls of flowers
Steeped in a powerful mead.
Time for a bountiful spring we’re told.
Yellow fairy bells in sparkling ruby finery,
Tinkling on a breezy evening
As golden sunshine winks and leaves.
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.
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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