Category Archives: Poetry

Strolling in the garden at midnight under the pale ghost light of the moon, a light breeze fanning me, I feel a connection with the sheer abundance of flowers and shrubbery, the smell of growth around me. Although I cannot … Continue reading →

The loveliness of lilies, the magnificence of marigolds, the delight of dahlias in my garden shrine. Forgive me for waxing lyrical, but each year I fall in love with the annual renewal of Nature’s bounty. My heart sings with joy … Continue reading →

His grass is always greener It’s like he paints it. He surely has a draughtsman to draw those lines on his lawn. He must be out there early mornings with his tape measure and spirit level. His flowers colour co-ordinated, … Continue reading →

Defying its heaviness, the circle face defaults to a water lily in her withering hand, and a sudden memory of her father’s garden pond trickles forward from childhood. Through this case of metal and rust, she’s floating back to the … Continue reading →

Single worm, now multiplying daily in a dense green plastic dome of kitchen waste beneath the plum tree. Devouring vegetation, feeding on the sweat of leaves, ingesting their fibre, offloading rich humus, and transforming carbon. Avarice is their secret, these … Continue reading →

The plot at the end of the lane rests in a patch of everlasting summer, fat lawn spread like a counterpane, apples sun-steeped, berries rainbow-ripe. Borage and thymes sprawl lazy with bees, peonies linger in whispers. Plum, pear, cherry blossom … Continue reading →

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 →