One of my greatest pleasures is a well-kept garden
Whether a cottage
garden with its simplicity
Or paths and planting
laid out with symmetry
Or the parterre with
its ornamental formality
One of my greatest pleasures is a well-kept garden
Whether a cottage
garden with its simplicity
Or paths and planting
laid out with symmetry
Or the parterre with
its ornamental formality
Marbled skies of broken cloud
Coloured with blues
and greys
In the frosty air of
winters bite
The marbled skies of
winter days
The last deep orange glow
Of the setting sun
Slipped beyond the
horizon
Like it was melted
By its own heat
Sending the world into
the darkness
Of the fast
approaching night
Delphinium, The dolphin flower
From Delphis, The
Greek for Dolphin
With bottle shaped
blooms like a dolphins nose
The golden Buttercup
is its Cousin
More humbly known as
Larkspur
Gracing the meadowland
they’re found in
Carrots and Swedes,
Fruits and Berries,
Potatoes and Grasses,
Beans and Peas,
Nuts and seeds,
Growing all around,
Mother nature’s
bounty,
Planted in the ground
Birds are singing high up in the sycamore
Squirrels busy
themselves in the chestnut.
Trees sway in the
breeze
Limbs out stretched
towards the sun
As in the dampled
sunlight,
We walk hand in hand
below
Slowly wandering the
wood
Through shadows and
the sunshine
The humming wings of
insects
Our only company
In the shade the
spiders silk spun web
Awaits its unsuspecting pray
While I am caught in a
different web
On a perfect afternoon
That I wish will last
forever
A star-crossed couple in the park,
Walking hand in hand
in the dark
They don’t care about
wind and snow
They have a love to
keep them aglow
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...