Exalted Skies – a poem

Budding trees, Branches wide, Exalting the sun In bright blue skies, Where clouds drift, Travelling free, Shapeshifting their form To speak to me.

The trees cry – a poem

Watching the water drops Trickle from treetops, Each one a tear of sorrow. Bare branches forlorn In the grey of the morn, As they wait for a better tomorrow. Even flowering colour Has never looked duller, In sunless cloud choked skies. It’s a pitiful scene Not a springtime dream, No wonder the trees do cry.

Cedar of Lebanon – a poem

With dominant strength You stand alone A Guardian spirit In this garden of stone Sheltering eternity Beneath your boughs Enduring adversity To honour your vows.

Squirrel and the Tree – a children’s story

It was autumn and Squirrel was collecting nuts to stash for the colder months. Before long he had enough and found a beautiful tree among all the others that was full of fruit which he thought would make a great place to bury his nuts beneath.Soon winter came, the trees lost their leaves and squirrel

September morning starts with a sigh – a poem

A low mist clings to the tree line, Fine rain falls from grey skies, No birds singing in the new day, September starts with a sigh. Fading plants forlornly stooping over, Their burdens far too much to vie, No breeze to whisper in the new day, September morning starts with a sigh. The sun yet

Lughnasadh Blessings

The wheel of the year ever turns and the first harvest is upon us already. A celebration of corn, wheat, barley and oats. An important festival marking the start of the harvest in the agricultural year and the first harvest festival of three. It can also be called Lammas or Loaf-mass.

May Flowers

The flowers for those born in May are traditionally Lily of the Valley and Hawthorn, here’s a little about them. Lily of the valley (Convallaria Majalis) is also known as Our ladies tears, May bells, and Glovewort. Another name is Apollinaris in honour of the god Apollo who was said to have discovered the plant.

Sweet Sakura – a poem

Sweet Sakura showers, Candy floss flowers, Her fleeting blossom blows Wild petal pink snows. Each moment loved and captured, As her blousy blooms are brief, Relishing in the rapture For time is like a thief.

Lady of Grace – a poem

Lady of grace, Your silvery wood, A pioneering presence When you once stood. Enigmatic elegance, Tall and slender, Your purity shone With perfect splendour. Sorrow sprang When your beauty fell, For I was enchanted By your fertile spell.

Noble Pear – a poem

Noble pear, Standing there, Your gracefulness Without compare. Tall and proud, Branches wide, Laden with your Female pride. So many years, So much seen, You stand alone As crone, As queen.