Straggly borders and faded flowersDrawn through with tangled weedsLike lampposts sunflowersLean to wind and rainZinnia spikes a sharp vermilion hueFighting with soft pink of hollyhock juxtaposedYellow rudbeckia – too sharpNote madeStraw coloured calendula floatsamidst a Hazy mist of cosmosHeights and stature changeGrasses shower seed A profusion of tall perennialsThe final flourishEnding the firework display.
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Morning
After a summer of rain – at last a lovely day! The sky is stretchedIn effortless flowThe land cradled in thefolds of the hillsShrill notes of birdCut the stillness of airAll is restoredThe earth sings its song.
Learning to paint – a whole new adventure
Summer is practically the only time I can paint. I have to be in the mood and once there need to relinquish everything else as it becomes all consuming. I booked myself on a two day course for the first time with South West Art back in Spring. I sourced a portable easel second handContinue reading “Learning to paint – a whole new adventure”
Morning
Glimmer of lightA haze of drizzle on the windA gardener’s morning.
Lament of Rain
Clouds scud Blackened skiesVeil the sunWith coarsened threatLament of rain.
Windrush
In a world where Winds rushAcross the globeTornadoes spin across the AtlanticWhirl with centrifugal forceThe jet-stream snakesAn arch of whiteAnd black meets white And white meets black Colours that merge Against the brilliance ofThe western skyA painted picture of glossOver a stained undercoatSmart suits and cases Tell the narrativeA thousand hopesOf streets paved in goldTurnContinue reading “Windrush”
Hidden Writing of a Ten – Year – Old
In front of my eyesYet shielding the sight Or tangible grasp Grasping the penLike holding a joystick Scrambled words spill onto A wobbly page Of incomplete line.His hand hides the viewInk stains the whiteWhat won’t he show? His thoughts,though deepEdited through speechDeliberate for effectTries to impressComplex but incomplete.Hidden agenda A gamer’s worldOf stories and actionAnContinue reading “Hidden Writing of a Ten – Year – Old”
Earth Day – One Gift for All
The Earth has a pulse We are connected to itThis is our song
Spring Contrasts
Pocketed by the glove of fogThe day slips into a world of whiteWhere even the birdsAre silentAnd remain unseen.There’s a pointedness In the roughened fingers of windThat wrap around the western walls Causing slender branches to danceBeneath the misted pane.The old roof nods to the windPassing throughSlates rattle and timbers shiftRain coursesThe ground,a sodden carpetOfContinue reading “Spring Contrasts”
Songs in the Night
The radiance of day slips into the Shadow of nightTunes carry over the still air From the barn on the hill Where spangled lightsInterchange Through the gap in the treesEtched blackOn the fringe of the woodWhich steals the breathOf the wind And carries the songIn my heart.
