Garden – Ruth Partridge

In The Veil

The veil a lifting remnant isCloaks the valley far below Strength of wind And storm blown leaves Fall and scatter Drift like snowAll around tall planting fallenAutumnal feel the garden wearsLate summer stakes it’s claim of sunLast flush of colourLifts our cares

Late Summer

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.

Morning

Glimmer of lightA haze of drizzle on the windA gardener’s morning.

In the Garden- beneath our Feet

Hewn by worm castsAnd labouring forkSifted through the gardener’s hand The dampness lingers under ancient fernsYet to be unfurled;A primeval world ofSweet fungal sporesConnected to the dawn of timeOf process and precisionAnd small detail;Tiny seedlings pushing throughLifting crumbs and flakes of barkand stonesInconspicuousBut with power to change;Drawn from darkness To a world of light;A gentlenessWhereContinue reading “In the Garden- beneath our Feet”

Breath

Breath of wind Over parched soilEven in droughtSpirits liftFlower jewelsBrief in displayAbove silvered grassesIn the stillness of the nightIntoxicated with musky perfumeWatched over by the fullness of the harvest moon.

Evening Gate

Open, always openThe gate invites you in.

Allium

A purple globeAmidst a sea of greenNature’s jewel.

Observations in the Woodland Garden

My hands deep in the earth-Stained and wornWhere air is heavy and intense from spores released with rain;I watch fine droplets streaming down new leaves Arched over with weightAs fronds of fernsWith Prehistoric curlHang lowIn communion with Dog-toothed violet;Where faded primroses nodTo bluebells near purple in their Intoxicating intensity;The old fork is proppedReady to liftContinue reading “Observations in the Woodland Garden”

Renewal

Like the careful opening of a gift A secret beauty is revealedDay by day subtle changes stir As textures fill and colours popAmidst the tapestry of greenSherbert colours Open before our eyesYet we do not see the change A paradoxThe effect is clearerTransformational as Easter joy Miraculous by perfection and designResurrection and renewal of theContinue reading “Renewal”

Seclusion at Dawn

Secluded, appears the garden at the Breath of dawnSpun haze of lightest threadsBrush the skin webbedBetween pendulous leaves of towering summer growth,their arches Framing Secret entries into hidden rooms;Muted,the roses pop pastel dots like bunting draped with dropped confetti beneath, Spilling over the abundance of fern green;Statuesque,spires of hazy blue Stand sentinel drawn throughHerbaceous plantsContinue reading “Seclusion at Dawn”