Thirsty Ground

Thirsty
ground eagerly
soaks up rainfall,
racing against the drying
sunshine.

Frozen

Snow
lies frozen
on the ground
deadening sound, until trodden;
Crunch!

Washed

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

Stunned

Stunned by its collision
with the window,
pigeon sits on the ground
dazed but otherwise unharmed.
Checking later — gone.

Wet

Rain
turns to snow;
pleasant change.
Green grass turns white.
It won’t stay long though —
ground too wet below.

Defiance

Snowdrops push
through saturated ground,
white heads bobbing
defiantly.

Watering

The sun withdraws her favours
once again. A dismal day
and rain drizzles steadily down
on the parched ground, gently
dampening, soaking in,
life-giving, nurturing,
far more effective than I am
with my feeble watering-can.

In May

April showers in May.
The windswept sky
now blue, now grey,
the ground now wet, now dry.

Feed the Birds

Something keeps knocking
the bird feeders down
and spilling the seed
all over the ground.
It might be a squirrel
so just in case
I’ve re-hung the fat-balls
in a different place!

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One of the feeders was actually broken, so I bought a new and better quality one today, filled it with seed, went to hang it up but dropped it – and guess what; it’s broken!

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Primroses

Demure and sweet, delicate and shy,
pale primroses bloom, hugging the ground,
out of reach of the wind.

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