Category Archives: Poetry

The donkeys are growing flowers on their farm, treading quietly with flinted hooves, driving seed to earth and in their footsteps will root Catchfly, Fumitory, Stinking Chamomile, Prickly Poppy. Then will creep vole and field mouse, air will be deep … Continue reading →

I saw her, the single tulip. Her red head vibrant amongst the green ferns at the bottom of the garden. She stands tall, slender, straight, almost surprised to find herself here. I sit and stare as she trembles slightly in … Continue reading →

Framed in my April bedroom window, the silver birch sparkles with emerald beads as Spring’s renewal broadens its shadow and joyful birds satisfy their needs. Now in Summer its foliage fully grown, it flies a tall green flag on a … Continue reading →

A snowdrop winked at the crocuses. “Beautiful friends,” she said, “We are heralds of better days.” A daffodil was chatting to a daisy. She uttered dainty words. The daisy giggled sonorously. A rose turned her ruffled head Towards the lily. … Continue reading →

It is morning grey, Then the great white diamond rises in the east, Splintering the light. Now I see a garden full of gems. From the pots, burning rubies overflow, Spilling to the ground. Tiny sapphires scatter the lawn. Amber … Continue reading →

Bless the blackbird. All is held in stasis When she sings. Her song clears out The splintered thoughts. She does not rest Where the gardeners Have humanized their hedges; No straight lines in her voice, Geometry is not in her … Continue reading →

Garden, you are always there. No day No month No year is like any other. Between the sky and the earth You watch and wait But under that seemingly – calm exterior you keep stock You count the days Weeks … Continue reading →

Pinks and blue-greys of the patio slabs Brought in containers from an Indian shore To lie in Bradford, so far from home, Where I sit book in hand, and meditate. Lavender, marigold and sun flowers Fill the margins of my … Continue reading →

The long hot days lead me to go and view the garden long unkept, the uncut grass, the bushes grow unpruned, unshaped, where weeds have crept. I sit beside the shimmering pond beneath the shading cherry tree, recalling memories so … Continue reading →