Shadows dance under thinly leaved branchesMaking patterns on her smooth fawn furRipples of light on the fingers of the breezeA caress of warmth and a flush of cool air wafts acrossHer fine bodyTickling With the lightest of touchBaby- soft skinThe whir of the grass cutting machines In the fieldsCause her ears to flexAnd sweet smellContinue reading “In dappled Sunlight”
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Sharing our Space
Our daughter has wanted a whippet for years; our cocker spaniel is 8 – perfect time for a new addition and for me to get to know a new breed. Plus we have never had a puppy – just a line of rescue dogs. Yesterday was just a joyous day in the garden. The greenhouseContinue reading “Sharing our Space”
Abandonment to Garden
Like Socrates,tread I barefoot on the ground Drink deeply, elixir of the soil Strengthened by every grain imbibedConnections rooted deeply from the coreThe elemental smell of rain- freed earthy spores that cleanse and heal;A living substrate made for growthIn simplicity, softly drawn withinWhere we, with nature, seemingly at one Are held,Protected by the earth andContinue reading “Abandonment to Garden”
The Moon in May
The moon in May By flower moon is knownSilently rises aboveQueen Anne’s LaceEphemeral and statuesqueThis golden coin Effortlessly glides and chases Oblivion.
Distilled
Distilled an essence Elutriated and ready to perfect A world extruded when the line is drawnThe sky itself will bear no limitsBe still my soulMay peace endure.
The End of Rain
Latent sun a bequeathed breathEnough to sate the soulTo linger under the baleful cloudTo feel the stillness Calm beheldAs droplets fall,the weight of Trees Like dew-drop pearlsFrom branch and leaves.
Past Midnight
Steel spray of moonlight Sharpened edges Frame the cloudIgniting the sky in marbled effusion Tracing the lines,masking the Disc of whiteA gilded spectreManifests then shrinks Back into stormy darkness.
In or Out? – Window of Opportunity
Window of opportunity- staked and ready is the landSave for harshness and ferocious stormsBurgeoning growth and every space inside Is filled;Potential screams from frame and sillFor that window of opportunity to present;And so the question phrased isIn or out? We try a voice of reason:Month of May,When riotous colour floods the bankAnd nature itself cannotContinue reading “In or Out? – Window of Opportunity”
Childhood in the Suburbs
I lived my childhood As an adventurer and in imagination – always outside- always on the edge; Cowboys and Indians Bows and arrows shot between the red leaves of the old plum treeInto the street;Legends of Tarzan played out in daring crossings over fallen trees and the tiny stream in the park With its lonelyContinue reading “Childhood in the Suburbs”
Hare 3
Strident in centre field,Startled a long run it makes Limbs long and leanAcross the evening field it sprints, A back-lit golden dart;Partially shielded above the The boundary ditchTo watch and listen,Then in another direction, Over splash of greenApollo’s arrow spears the sun.
Ruth Partridge 