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

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.

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.

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.

Warming – a poem

Spring sun stretches Her shining rays, Gracing us with blue skies And warmer days. Her strength however, Not fully rebirthed, She bows out early To return to the earth.

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.