Category Archives: Poetry
Pathways
Inspiration Comes From many sources: A word A sight A sound A colour A memory A flash, Or gradual Consciousness Of an idea, Sometimes Arriving Fully formed, At others Winding, Twisting Gathering momentum And gaining ground Like tumbleweed, Forging Ahead … Continue reading
Equinox
Light and dark Are equal, Nothing else. The garden Is in flux, Reaching for T shirts Whilst pulling off Its winter coat, Snowdrops fading Amidst Spring brightness, Crab apples clothed In green, Birch and beech Naked And bare. Soon, The … Continue reading
End of Month View: No Corsets
The garden Unlaces its stays And exhales, Sitting back and Relishing the freedom. Time poverty, Benign neglect And Autumn Conspire To bring dissipation: Plants loll And jostle, Leaning against Their tipsy friends; Like squatters, Weeds take advantage Of the laxness, … Continue reading
A Tune for June
In the garden June Plays its own Music, Winter melodies Long forgotten, Spring’s gentle strains But a lingering haunt. June is strident, Brash, A clash of cymbals And resonant bass, Wild and innovative, Steady, rhythmic and dependable – All familiar … Continue reading
National Poetry Day: The Gardener’s Fickle Fingers
We are born, We die, And in between We live lives Of varying degrees Of usefulness, Our impact Subtle or Dramatic. In our gardens The plants Are the same, From humble weed To mighty oak; Born from seed Or Adam’s … Continue reading
Precious drops
After weeks without, The ground is dry And unforgiving, Plants parched And gasping For relief. Guilty watering Barely Wets their lips; This humanitarian gesture, This act of pity, Is sadly too late For some And it will be The strong … Continue reading
In a vase on Monday: Now We Are Six
Blogging For six years, And rambling too (vases came later); From brief And private Beginnings Came years Of friendship, Inspiration, And so much more: Many words, Many gifts, and A greater understanding Of my garden, Of the world And of … Continue reading
Promises, Promises
Shortest day, On the cusp Of a new year; Tardy sun Heaves herself Over the horizon, Relieved That from today It will get easier. Precious Extra minutes Will soon illuminate The winter garden, Highlighting Seasonal treasures: Snowdrops Cornus, Witch hazel, … Continue reading
Smells
The green smell That follows Showers After Weeks without; Fresh foliage, Fresher still. First sweet peas And something Indeterminate Carried on the breeze; Tomato plants Warming in The greenhouse; Rich fruitiness, Close encounter With an early rose; Confused aroma of … Continue reading
Sap is Rising
Each day Brings new signs Of spring. Spikes of bulbs, Young foliage, New buds And early blooms Gladden the heart As evidence mounts. Lengthening days And Jack’s absence Are boosting growth And causing Sap to rise. Sap rises also In … Continue reading