Buds appearing on the trees.
Sparrow with a beak full
of soft downy feathers
to line his nest.


Roadside Daffodils

Roadside daffodils
deliberately snapped and scattered.
I gather them, fill my vases, so I at least
can enjoy their fleeting beauty.

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We have some wonderful grassy areas on the corner of our road, in front of our house. At the moment these are full of daffodils. But some low-life yobs seem to take great pleasure in breaking off the flower heads, some just buds, and scattering them. I can’t bear to see them lying on the ground unable to fulfil their potential so I pick them up and put them in vases. Fortunately there are still plenty growing, but everyday more have been scattered.

Chill Wind

Magnolia buds
unfurl into the chill wind.
Winter’s dying breath.

January Joy 11

No snow,
but snowdrops
pushing through the lawn,
buds still furled.
More joy in store
when they finally

January Joy 10

How joyful it is to see
new buds swelling
on my neighbour’s Magnolia tree.

Rose Petals

Rose petals fall,
new buds unfurl,
summer beauty continues.


Almost, but not quite;
Magnolia buds waiting to burst
when the time is right.

Winter Trees

“A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches.
Having thus prepared their buds against a sure winter
the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold.”

This quotation is from ‘Winter Trees’ by William Carlos Williams


Against a backcloth of white cherry blossom,
buds appear on the crab-apple tree
like clusters of bright red beads adorning
a modest maiden’s ball gown.


Magnificent magnolia blossom
bursts from velvet buds
in a profusion of delicious creamy pink.

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