Laburnum

Laburnum
pods hang
in beige clusters.
Drab mockery of springtime
glory.

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Draining

Hot,
the sun
on my skin,
draining all my energy.
Lethargic.

Whispering

Pumping
pedals turn
quietly whispering wheels,
bright lycra flashes past.
Cyclists.

Returning

A few days away
and cherry blossom gone,
but look — cherries form.

Returning
I refill
the bird feeders.
Rare visitor flies in.
Jackdaw.

Delicate Beauty

Magnolia Blossom

 

Magnificent
delicate beauty
yet so bold,
palest pink, purple tinged.
Magnolia.

Unbowed

Blue
grape hyacinths
joyfully point skywards,
unbowed by the constant
rain.

Easter

Easter
arrives early
this year, yet
Winter’s grip does not
relent.

Jenny Wren

Shy
little brown
bird, hopping, creeping
around the rockery, Jenny
Wren.

Back Again

Pheasant,
two weeks
gone, no news.
Back again now seeking
food.

Pheasant

Yuletide
pheasant visiting.
Will he stay
when the shooting season
ends?

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Around about the time of the Solstice a cock pheasant appeared in our garden and he has been visiting almost every day since – I think he has only missed two days. The first day he appeared I put out some seed which he gobbled up greedily so I re-filled his supply and he gobbled that up too. I’m guessing he has strayed from the fields up the road to avoid the shooting and wonder if he will return home once the shooting season finishes in a few days from now. Meanwhile I’m going away tomorrow for a long weekend on our boat so have given my youngest son, who will be holding the fort, instructions to look out for him and make sure he has food. Interestingly a second cock pheasant turned up the other day but my resident friend soon saw him off!

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