Ivy weaves glossy leaves
O’er potting shed knots
And rusty locks.
Lingering on gusty
Limbs and whispering
Wise rings.
The great ancient
Sings.
Springs is here, but winter winds bit into my dry lips and reminded me today to protect myself from the elements and keep nourished and warm. We enjoyed exploring the wild woodland and listening to their songs.
Fairy confetti
Floats,
Wafting notes
Of zesty
Fondant,
As the woodland
Wanderer
Fondly
Longs for
A soak
In a dewy
Magical waterfall
Minute Periwinkles
Mooting to celebrate
Spring is here!
Toot! Toot!
Wood nymphs’whistles
Twinkling and tinkling,
Sweetly serenading
Fairy friends.
Heartwood forest near the village of Sandridge and the city of St.Albans is a truly magical place, it is a newly emerging woodland, owned and managed by the Woodland trust,it is England’s largest native woodland. The forest is surrounded by ancient woodlands where we saw woodpeckers and a couple of week’s ago beautiful Bluebells. Sometimes the tiny Periwinkle can be forgotten or trodden on. The language of flowers suggests that Periwinkles represent an early friendship.
Caribbean cavalcade
Firework orange,
Exuberantly tangy
Swirling skirts.
Dangling, jangling
Luscious lime
Headresses;
Timely,
Shimmy and shake:
Elegantly fading
Into the midnight
Glade.
Wise woodland
Happily sighs
As spring’s
Jewels are
A beautiful
Surprise.
Delicate Anemones
Like twinkling stars
Of our ancestors.
Bluebells’ intoxicating
Vapours;
Violets’ sweet flavour.
Savour the serenity
For eternity.
Rambling,
Sampling woodland’s
Mysterious planting.
A green woodpecker
Catches my eye,
Feasting on the forest floor,
Fleeting through an
Oak nook ‘door’.
The collies love to roam
Chasing off a forest gnome,
A robin red breast hops,
Flopping amongst the moss.
Squirrels scramble in the leaves
Time to amble home for tea.
Rowdy Rowan,
Romping rich,
Lip red bunches;
Tempting pickings,
Brazenly dangling,
Robins’ deliriously
Pecking
Nature’s
Autumnal luncheon.
Rowan berries are loved by birds, particularly robins, however they are toxic to humans and dogs I believe when eaten raw. However, when cooked they are delicious in a jelly.
Fungi adore
An autumnal
Dawn,
As dew saturates
The forest floor;
Sunlight seeps sleekly
Through cracks
In the canopy:
Fragile fruits
Multiply frantically,
Thrusting through
Miles of mycota matrices.
Thousands of
Peeping forest
Faces;
Blackened
And tattered,
Inked with a
Stink;
Shiny,
Slimy;
Pale and
Spinal;
Hot and
Spotted;
Purple and
Mottled;
Thrilling pink
Gills which
Chillingly
Kill.
For fungi enthusiasts and for advice on identifying fungi please see the link below.
www.first-nature.com
Garden gate
Creaks apologetically,
Proudly protecting
The spirited woodland
Flowers,
Towers of ivy
Secreting lovers
Poetry
And plump
Opinionated
Peonies standing proudly.
Old Boots and clogs
Scuffle, shuffle.
Dainty slippers,
Hide amongst old oaks,
Waiting to be found.
Elegantly embroidered
Shoes,
Skipping beneath
Romantic boughs,
Pregnant with blossom.
Whilst they whisper
Their wildest thoughts,
Chastity keeps
Them apart.
Bright blazing stars
Catching golden rays,
Stretching open
Delicate petals.
Sunshine yellow
Wonderous glow.
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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