THE BEES ARE BUSY ON THE MOOR

 

The bees are busy on the moor

Among the purple heather

The birds are on the wing

Enjoying the clement weather

The most perfect place

For we two birds of a feather

But it holds no pleasure

Now we are no longer together

HONEYSUCKLE HEDGES

 

Honeysuckle hedges

Line the fence

Banks of Purple columbine

Catch the morning sun

Beds of scented roses

Beside a manicured lawn

Herbaceous borders trimmed

By neat rows of annuals

Clematis climbs the trellis

Amidst the well-groomed shrubbery

There’s so much more

Than stocks and hollyhocks

In an English country garden

DEVOID OF JESSES

 

Devoid of jesses

Or strips of leather

Birds of prey

Fly off the tether

As God intended

The Falcon and the Hawk

Patrol the land

AS for prey they stalk

HERALDING AN APPROACHING STORM

 

Heralding an approaching storm

Lightening lit the far horizon

As thunder rumbled

Around the valley

Then louder and louder it grew

Closer and closer it came

Until it was overhead

And the house shook

With the power of the thunder clap

And Jagged ribbons of light

Struck the earth

Then almost as quickly

As its thunderous arrival

It moved off into the distance

UP ON THE MOOR

 

Up on the Moor

The birds take flight

On the glorious 12th

They leave the hill

With a bevy of Grouse

The trappings of wealth

AS THE LENGTHENING DAYS WARM UP

 

As the lengthening days warm up

When the north is on the cusp

The ice begins to speak or sing

Heralding the arrival of spring

SWEET MEMORIES OF OUR CHILDHOOD # 2

Sweet memories of our childhood

Sunny days bright and pleasant

Cold crisp Novembers on the heath

Beating the bracken for the Pheasant