Is It Time?

Gentle snowdrops raise their heads
to peep through frost-rimed grass,
petals tightly furled for warmth.
“Is it time?” they ask.


Rain Dance

Brown and scorched the grass,
relentless the heat and drought.
Time for a rain dance.


Heady fragrances;
new-mown grass and oil seed rape.
Sneezing – A-ti-shoo!


slowly melting,
green grass peeping.
Chance of White Christmas

Strange Things

What strange things some people do.
Yesterday a lady I do not know
was plucking handfuls of grass
from the roadside verge
and stuffing it into a plastic bag.

Politeness got the better of curiosity —
I did not stop to ask but walked on by
as if it was nothing out of the ordinary
while pondering what explanation
might have emerged.

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.


After the rain
sunshine again,
the ground freshly washed,
the grass sparkling green.

January Joy 16

Jack Frost has passed this way,
peppering the blades of grass
white, like an old man’s hair.

Golden Carpet

A golden carpet;
leaves covering the green grass,
hiding it from view.

Newly Green

How lush and newly green,
how fast the grass grows
when you go away for a few days
and so much rain falls.

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