Tag Archives: flowers

Spring 2021

April 13, 2021poem, Poetry, springtimeflowers, poem, poetry, spring, springtimeThe Cheesesellers Wife

Bright Dandelions and Celandine
blaze in the strong sunshine
yet in the shadows pale Primrose
simply sits and gently glows

Day lily

August 29, 2018beauty, garden, poem, Poetrybeauty, day lily, flowers, garden, Gardening, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Day lily
Sounds shy
Hidden
Wanting to stay at home

You sit in my bed
Flagrant and bold
Dazzling flower

Re-blogged from 2016

Flower

June 16, 2018beauty, Life, love, poem, Poetryflower, flowers, Life, love, poem, poetry, walkingThe Cheesesellers Wife

I held a flower in my hand
Delicate, whole, perfect
A small world within itself
And, as we searched for a gate.
A stile, by which to leave the field,
I crushed it.

Abstract Roses

December 11, 2017art, beauty, nature, Painting, watercolourabstract, art, flowers, Painting, roses, watercolourThe Cheesesellers Wife

Floating abstract rosebuds, achieved by swirling a brush of colour on a wet wash.

Fosbury Fort

May 9, 2017archeology, beauty, nature, poem, Poetry, springtimearcheology, flowers, Fosbury Fort, hill fort, nature, prehistory, spring, springtimeThe Cheesesellers Wife

Skylarks sing and soar
We walk encircling ramparts
Gazing at the still deep ditch
Imploring the grassy interior
Unyielding of its secrets
Bluebell woods encompass almost two quadrants
Storms have tipped mossy trees into the line of defence
Making us clamber and slip
Amid the fragrant blue

….we went walking in Jane Austen country this lunchtime (on Doctors orders), and explored the hill fort on Haydown Hill……….

Spring Flowers

April 10, 2017Amsterdam, art, beauty, garden, Life, nature, Painting, springtime, watercolourart, beauty, flowers, Gardening, Life, nature, Painting, spring, springtime, sun, tulip, watercolourThe Cheesesellers Wife

The tulips are just beginning to open in my back garden. Are yours still to come, or have they been and gone?

The Smell of bees

April 1, 2017beauty, nature, poem, Poetry, Science, springtime, Wild lifebee, bumble, flowers, food, Gardening, nature, poem, poetry, spring, springtimeThe Cheesesellers Wife

“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.”
― Ray Bradbury

The Smell of bees

I saw my first bee today, hearing buzzing while weeding
I searched for the little fellow and found him
Bumbling around the Lungwort
Buzzing with glee in the surprise warmth
Black, gold with a red bum
Furry and indomitable
He also harvests my garden
And mine depends on his

Its relief to see a bee today, with all the talk of their demise
Poisoned by chemicals that may yet kill us
Directly, as doses build, or indirectly
As my garden companions cease to pollinate
And harvests drop
The smell of small dusty bees
Will no longer tantalise my nostrils
Nor will the fragrance of food

Herepath

February 25, 2017archeology, exmoor, history, Life, nature, poem, Poetry, Wild lifearcheology, Dark ages, exmoor, flowers, Herepath, history, Life, nature, photo, poem, Saxon, travel, warThe Cheesesellers Wife

Herepath

Wide as ten men abreast
The old military road
Cuts between farms
Dips down to the river
Rises up over the moor
Rabbits lollop along it
Lambs bleat in fields beside it
Rosebay glows at sunset
Where were the wars that you marched to?
What were the victories that you won?
Here on the old Herepath
The road truly goes ever on

Snowdrops

February 18, 2017beauty, garden, nature, poem, Poetry, Snowdrops, springtime, Wild life, winterbeauty, England, flowers, Gardening, Life, nature, poem, seasons, Snowdrops, spring, springtime, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

Snowdrops

No snow but snowdrops
Clumping along hedgerows
Sliding down roadside verges
Sauntering in woodlands
Appearing big and bold against midwinter browns

Dreaming

November 26, 2016beauty, Life, nature, Painting, poem, Poetryazores, beauty, flowers, Graciosa, green, Hades, Hell, Life, nature, poem, sun, travel, volcanoThe Cheesesellers Wife

Dreaming

Large green leaves lean lushly
Against the cater wall
Palm trees and pines jostles for space
Flowery grasses spotted with inevitable hydrangeas
(Blue invaders of our hearts)
Line the dirt road to the vent and there the carved curving stairs
Our descent into the dreaming volcano begins
Fumes surround us, fill noses and heads
Hades once writhed here
And scents its promise of return