Mellow yellow
Cowslip ‘bells’
Jingling in scented meadows
And musty dells; amongst
Salty springy mosses.
A distant lark flutters;
The ethereal song mingling
With chimes from the sacred
Woodland.
I am walking through the tree line avenues protected from roaring warning winds.
Brittle branches are torn away landing like arrows ripping into the land’s heart.
Leaves dive and dart, grasses like babbling streams.
Leaning into an old gnarled tree, I look high into the patterns made by silhouettes of leaves.
What will I dream of…
This Solar print was inspired by my moonlit frosty dog walks. The seedheads were encrusted with ‘fairy dust’ reaching out to the moon.
This solar print was inspired by my photos of trees in winter, taken In what I call the ‘Fairy wood’; a beautiful, quiet, well planted woodland where we often walk. Every day there is something new to see. The Green Woodpecker has been a recent visitor. My dogs love to chase squirrels and jump over the piles of logs, the woodland is a natural Green Gym.
Autumn’s rosy leaves
Warm our hearts as
We wander along the
Sheltered golden path
Of birch, ash and larch,
Weaving magical tales to
Tell by the glowing hearth.
Happy National Poetry Day!
I love to write poetry, however there’s nothing more perfect to do on an autumnal evening than sitting in my fireside chair with a cup of tea or a glass of Damson gin reading from a favourite poet in one of my lovely old poetry books.
Today we’re celebrating everything to do with poetry on National Poetry Day. Enjoy reading a poem today. 🙂  Who are your favourite poets?
Hellebores,
Forlornly maudlin,
Winter warms,
Skylarks’ playfully soaring
on a
blossom filled morning.
Zealous Hellibore
dizzily dawdling.
Frozen guardian of
A magical glade,
A golden mantle lain;
Icy jangles,
Crispy tangles,
Fancy dangles
Reflecting wishes
and tales from far
Off lands.
Humble bee,
Survivor
Of insect
Nerve agent:
A statement
To persecutors
Whose purses
Bulge
At our bees
Expense.
Secure in a
Secret haven,
This furry friend
Works wisely,
Minutely,
It’s prize,
Protective
Pollen.
www.beekind.bumblebeeconservation.org
References: Gouson Dave, A sting in the tail
Along a shady glade,
A petite purple spire,
Whistfully waves.
Miniature mouths
Melodious,
Like a cherubic
Chorus,
Releasing
Ethereal,
Spangled
Golden dust.
Wild bees
Gleefully graze
On the graceful
Bee orchid.
