Tag Archives: spring

Rainy Day poem

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

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Fosbury Fort

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

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

 

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

The Smell of bees

“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

Copyright © 2017  Kim Whysall-Hammond

Pink snow

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

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Sunlight and shadows

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

 

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond