Well oiled I can almost smell the linseed;I can almost feel it-The weight of rounded well- worn woodMoulded to my hand…The grip of her hand-Her hand in mine. The stories it carries,One generation to another,Or do I say carried?I look and lookDeeper in the ground I go;We come from the ground-we return to the ground;It’sContinue reading “Lost”
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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”
Ruth Partridge 