Refreshingly grey day
Cars softly swish past
Light staccato rain
Washing the world clean
Bejewelling my windows
Where muted light
Shines in stopped droplets
Gently loosing blossoms
And wiping them away
Rinsing down new leaves
Dripping from bent over grasses
Soaking the seed bed
Sparking spring growth
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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
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….we went walking in Jane Austen country this lunchtime (on Doctors orders), and explored the hill fort on Haydown Hill……….
I am enjamming
Collating rhythm and sound
Until it feels right
I am versifying
Taking words and playing around
On a chilly Spring night
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Memory
Lost in the dynamic of memory
Drowsing in the heat
Breathing scents of my childhood
Unsettled
Breezes rouse and cool
Jets drone high above
Sinking into my minds depth
In the embrace of warm afternoon
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The tulips are just beginning to open in my back garden. Are yours still to come, or have they been and gone?
“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
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Snowdrops
No snow but snowdrops
Clumping along hedgerows
Sliding down roadside verges
Sauntering in woodlands
Appearing big and bold against midwinter browns
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Pink snow
The cherry tree having worn her finery for many days
Sets it free on the chill spring breeze
The garden now fills with pink snow
Marbling black hen feathers
Piling up by pots and plants
Masking the lawn and new plantings
I will layer my pink delight into the compost heaps
Later, after my tea in the sun amid the snow
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May maybe happening
Warm evening air thick with birdsong
Redolent with scent
At last, after biblical rains
May maybe happening
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Written after todays evening walk……
Sunlight and shadows
Sunlight and shadows dance across the walls
Twiggy outlines in this strange spring
More chill than last winter
Tree buds stutter, seedlings die
The hungry gap lengthens
Birds sing on mild evenings then freeze next icy morning
On the cusp of May I sit inside, keeping warm
And sunlight and shadows dance across the walls
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