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

Dark poetry

On occasions my poetry can become quite dark – here is a recent one Broken – a poem I am alone in the black In the darkness of day With no glimmering light To help guide my way, Blindly I stumble Full of self doubt and fear Where the shadows berating Call in my ear,

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.

The Silent Ones – a poem

A sanctuary for my tears, A place of contemplation, Where the silent stones listen Without judging condemnation, Sitting in their earthly realm, Nature thrives within their care, On the cusp of liminality Are those beloved dead laid there. A haven for my anguished pain, Where the quiet graves console, Allowing me the space and time

Listen – a poem

Listen, To the birds sweet summer song And breezes that whispers secrets bygone. Listen, To the creaks of the ancient tree And the gentle drone of the bumble bee. Listen, To the flap of startled wings And the merry tune of the sparkling spring. Listen, To the corvids raucous croak And the stories told by

Ivy – a poem

Ivy you are eternal spring With the boundless enthusiasm That you bring, Masking the ugly Of modern buildings Your heart shaped leaves They creep unyielding, Gracing green magic In every season Unfettered and flowing No rhyme or reason, Ivy You are eternal spring A protective presence That makes nature sing.

Forms of Fire

Everyone I know is fascinated by fire but also fears it, hardly surprising with disaster films, constant warfare and notions of the fires of hell reinforced. It easy to see why fire represents traits such as anger and destruction, it is a temperamental element that is all consuming and will leave devastation in its wake.

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.