Spring Joys

Bumble bees busy in the rockery,
insects buzzing around the trees,
birds flitting from feeders to shrubs;
my garden is full of Spring joys.

Trees

Trees
violently waving,
flexing and bending.
Birds swing on branches.
Wind.

Ghostly

Ghostly silhouettes;
shrouded in the mist, bare trees
look otherworldly.

Applause

The breeze sings its song
through the trees
while I strain my ears to hear
the tale it tells, that wins,
with a rustle of leaves,
a round of applause.

Staring Role

Eye-catching,
bright, unknown tree 
with lime green leaves,
standing in the spotlight
before a chorus-line
of trees of darker hue.
Staring role.

Sunflowers

After the rain
the world looks freshly washed;
the trees are full of summer green,
the sky its brightest hue,
while the sunflowers turn their heads 
to greet the sun.

Small Hours

In the small hours
I sit in the cool of the garden
listening and watching.
The breeze in the trees 
whispers a lullaby
while in the shadows a hedgehog
bumbles about his business.

Solstice Blessings

"The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers,
but for the wide world's joy."

Henry Ward Beecher (1813-1887)

Diamante 2

Diamante poems are such fun here’s another one that I wrote after my recent visit to Jackson’s Coppice to see the bluebells. (See previous post)

Trees,
ancient, sturdy,
breathing, living, being,
branches, limbs, leaves, flowers,
growing, spreading, blooming,
delicate, fragrant,
bluebells.

Cold Nights

Despite
warm days
cold nights take their toll.

Frost bitten
trees and shrubs
showing signs of stress.

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