Immaculate lawns – a poem

Immaculate lawns Beheaded blooms Cut down in their prime Taken too soon Beauty laid waste Coloured carcasses strewn Lives sheared short Before the first day of June

Daisy Delight – a poem

Avenue of daisies, Eyes open to the sun, Dancing in the summer breeze Merrily each one, Dainty skirts a fluttering, A delicate delight, Smiling in the warmth of day Until they close their eyes at night.

My Spirits Lift – a poem

Sitting aside the lake serene Bathing in glows of natures green A quiet place where I dare to dream In sunshine’s radiant dancing beams Here beauty bestows eternal gifts To heal the pain of grieving rifts In among the flowers sweet scented drift And joyful birdsong, my spirits lift.

Cow Parsley – a poem

Living on the edge, You are often passed by, But not overlooked, You are a gift in my eye. Your presence takes me back To summers gone by, To long country lanes And brilliant blue sky, Where your white foamy blooms Nodded in the breeze, Flower of the verge You are a sweet memory.

Ode to dandelions – a poem

Fields of golden flowers Natures herbal store A larder for the busy bee And more Shining in the sunlight Yellow rays a blooming Yet these wonder plants So quietly unassuming Persistently they strive Abundantly they thrive These blooms deemed weeds Are keeping us alive.

Stinking Bob – a poem

Stinking Bob, An unkind name, With your feathery fronds Of burnished flame, Your delicate flower Of pinks are bright, Unassuming, unkempt, Quiet in might. With sprawling nature, You are unperturbed, Radiance transforming, You are Roberts herb.

Bluebells arrival – a poem

Bluebells have arrived, Dainty cups dangling, Throngs of them dance With fairy bells jangling. A welcome view, To join yellow hue, A beauty beheld In visions of blue.

Travellers Joy – a poem

Swathes of celandine shine, Beacons of brightness Lighting the way. A scene of springtime joy, For a journeyman Travelling paths of grey.

After the rain – a poem

After the rain, Green is vibrant again, Yet flowers droop With the weight of dropped tears, Until the clouds pass by And the sun rises high Drying eyes Of coy blooms that do peer.

Crocus – a poem

Sovereign beauty, Such joy you bring, Your pearlescent purples Become the spring. A nod to innocence, An emerging dawn, You are new beginnings And the earth reborn.