Category Archives: Flowers

Foxgloves

From the world of wildness Comes a flower Known as the Foxglove It has the power To kill to revive The heart of hearts From the depths of folklore It imparts A poison that is so extreme A gift of … Continue reading

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My front garden

Little perhaps Clearly in the laps Of goddesses certain and free Beautiful blossoms wild as the wind Coupled with herbage that be Sustaining containing creating A purposeful valuable place Just full of vibrations of visionary spaces Where insects and others … Continue reading

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Peonies

Late May a time for Peonies Those wondrous blooms From bud to flourish A revelation, they Hold so much the perfume And the glorious display Each bloom an exquisite specimen Notables they be Often the rain can decimate The years … Continue reading

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Herb Robert

You will find it in the garden Almost everywhere It’s little pink flowers Little showers of wonderment They share Flowers do leaves rubbed on the skin And mosquitos tend to be Far away from biting That’s if you ask me … Continue reading

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Blue bell time

The forest rings out Merrily It’s gentle melody Communicating spring time Through the woods we see Into the forests eerieness True Indigo and woad Lapis lazuli thrillingly Lightening our load With Great sheaths of dancing blueness Carpeting from afar Startling … Continue reading

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Tulips in the rain

Exquisite blooms Exciting colours Standing all day in the rain No sun to smile at Getting wetter A revelation of the sane Briliant hues A disposition Damply obvious On a mission Tulips an endearing gaze Soaking wet a dismal phase … Continue reading

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The end of March

We are in England At the end of March The daffodils Have learned to dance up and down back and forth They haven’t really had a chance To look demure and beautiful As Wordsworth might have seen Thrown about it’s … Continue reading

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Rosemary for protection

The ebullience of the lilac spears Clustered in one shower Of blossoms rampant with desire Dancing every hour Magnificent impressions Protective hideaways March has seen a continued rise Worthy of great praise Fighting through the angry winds And the falling … Continue reading

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March

The daffodils are singing Narcissus in full bloom Youths once loved their shadows A gorgeous glowing plume Bundles of them everywhere A nosegay of such Thought Petticoats of orange too So many bunches bought Mother’s Day this Sunday For Mothers … Continue reading

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Snowdrops

Wild lying dormant Under the earth Bulbs full of energy A forthcoming birth Despite the winter The frost and the snow Time creates life force It’s there below Christmas has passed Boxing Day too The new year is coming A … Continue reading

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Poppy red

Poppy red Poppy white Come and see me In the light Of day of night Just watch us shine Poppy colourful Soul divine

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Fuschia

She mimics a ballerina Her berries too can be Eaten never beaten Tasted excitedly Arousing all my senses Vivacious is her style The music wraps around my heart I pulsate for a while

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Horley

A crescent Moon A clearing in a tongue of land Was where At the extreme North West Of Oxfordshire on Warwickshire’s border share On 8.27 acres Of level paddock land Slightly acidic based rich soil On clay I understand At … Continue reading

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Fireweed’s immutability

A glaring example And variability A rocking plain y Fluid instability A restlessness occupies Fluctuation mobility Flashes of purple In my minds eye Chopping and changing Wavering high She be a weathercock Under the sky Changeful and mutable Never the … Continue reading

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Fairy Caps

Wee elves are hiding quietly behold the foxes bell The foxgloves peals it’s wonder forth Evening dances had by all Frighted by a human gait Lifted spires remarkably Flowers of actual Labiate It’s Corolla is of one petal Behold a … Continue reading

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Yarrow

Ideal for divination On battlefields tis said A great stauncher of human blood From leaking wounds it led Homer to remark on Yarrow milfoil he Clearly was reputed For his perspicuity

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A balmy sentinel

Melissa welcomes Balm and blossom Consigned to wildness Scents of Summer Soulful magic spells do heighten Where the leaves curl And do tighten

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Witches thimbles

A witches thimbles Boldly glowing Where the Mason Bees Are showing off Their wing size And their hum Pitter patter Thank you chum Music to the miniature band Who feel the charm Within their hand Foxgloves (digitalis)

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Of so much worth

Fruiting bodies Frame and sigh Underneath a bright blue sky Simplicity in gorgeous throw Where mints do mingle And just grow Collectively on sacred earth A herbal embrace Of so much worth

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A righteous tear

No wilder rose doth search to see To hear a buzz of a wild bee To share one’s nectar In the air To show my little world You care By the raffia fence proclaim Thorns and greenery attain Simplicity a … Continue reading

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No richer sparkle

There is magic in that basket Sweet petunia doth climb A purple solution A floral heart in mime Gorgeous to just look at An artist creates calm A wondrous floral tribute To a floral search through time

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A white splash

The miracle of ermine Of whiteness all aglow Of gentleness and valour Where the tiniest grow Together a true artwork Just below the knee Much stranger than fiction It’s where it ought to be

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Close to our feet

In a wild untangle Where myriads do grow A little earthly rivulet Where the insects know There is pollen and there’s nectar A gorgeousness of flow Just below our knees it be Where Nature loves us so.

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Donks serenade

Jack and Jenny in the paddock Feasting quietly feels to me Peace and quiet is at the height Of life to day extraordinary Fresh sweet grass. From a floral Backdrop Bird song on the ear Folly’s really is so special … Continue reading

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Peony

This amazing abundant floral giant Petal rich a scented Queen Grows together in great splendour Pastel shades and richly scented Crinoline blooms like vibrant tresses Soft and of sensational size Voluptuous energy wonderful synergy Beauty underneath the skies Oh Peony … Continue reading

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Bluebells repeating in prose

A great sea of bluebells Wonderment here Admire all these petals That bring April’s cheer Amazement astonishment Spell binding form Hero’s and heroines Wait in the storm Superfine shadows Inspiring us all Bewildering aliteration On call.

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Lilac is smiling

Lilac is smiling in sunshine today Such their distinction How they wonderfully play A lovely invention Particularly good A celebratory colour We all know it should Be beautifully fragrant Commanding our view A real touch of violet Whose in awe … Continue reading

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Blue bells and the rain

A fair old squall was blowing Rain like scimitars Slashing from an oatmeal sky Causing wild flowers scars With insufficient sun shine The wild flowers seemingly Hang their heads and cling together Fundamentally A wholeness, and a fullness An all … Continue reading

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Bluebells

Hertfordshires bluebells beautiful blue That have risen to form a misting to woo Hearts and minds everywhere a brimstone sea Risen in April let us all be Excited to fathom out the real desire The woods are alive with a … Continue reading

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Heavy Raindrops

Heavy Raindrops drenched in hail Spring flowers buffeted might they fail Elegant tulips blossoms glow It’s cold enough it seems to snow A sky of porridge dripping grey Beech leaves born this month The day Welcomes coppery Lacey leaves The … Continue reading

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