Snowdrop, tulip, daffodil and crocus.
Your colours coax dull lenses to focus.
Rain often drenched
You saved a bee ... that said so much to me.
Drowsy, dry and debilitated the bee lay on the
Hush, be still, let sweet air nostrils fill.
Trees beseech, Oak, Sycamore, Birch and Beech.
Admire
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking
There in the corner she sits,
Amidst sunlight dancing in a flutter, on blue petals,
Floating on a
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking
Green Fingers -- Quiet mind.
The clamour of competing thoughts
jostling in my head subsides
In raindrops falling curtain,
‘neath the bows of velvet trunk,
Lies in effervescent flush of
The sundial marks the day
in swathes of grass
foil for flirty blooms
Within my gardens soul abounds,
A spirit stirring neath the ground,
Aroused by secret depths
Peace is palpable
in this garden
resplendent, calm
in empty space
fifteen rocks in groups
The poem of the rose
is read for me
by the last gold light.
An illuminated manuscript.
A chunk of bread, (not plastic wrapped,)
but sourdough, kneaded with love, risen
slow to give
Leaf through crisp textures
that twine and tremble
leaves that flicker dance
and tumble.
It had been a struggle to survive,
in the end the natives won. The garden
was impenetrable; a
Gold leaf is draped over garden's bed
soon mud will turn the gold to brown.
The garden tools
Last night’s operatic storm
has trembled a galaxy
of larval stars
from their high, milky-black
There’s too much noise
For Darwinian comfort:
As the robins bring grubs
To the bushes beneath
Genes glue the Garden of Eden together.
A story from nothing. Space.
Coagulating from unearthly
The artichoke
has a luminous violet-blue halo
like a gas burner
in smouldering
The bumblebee mourns
among a graveyard of roses
he has loved all summer long.
His murmuring
Twilight medicates
the hysterical summer garden.
Laudanum of luminous blue
doping