Category: nature

the beauty it displays, a family of bells upon a stem which seems to say ” I’m here and always will be, In my purpleness rejoice, Ignore the news from elsewhere as you sit in summers voice, On a mission pure and simple I bring nectar as my gift and I’ll keep on being beautiful…

It’s true, it’s true the cuckoo call a-changes in the light of June, in resonance it deepens and finds echo in an altered tune. I listened out and listened well to hear the song that cuckoos tell and notice in the days of june it speaks of travel coming soon. Around the peak of summers…

The laden boughs of apple sing a song of sweetness, such is spring, in scented whiles i sit rejoiced and marvel at the moments touch. As golden dots the dandelions in careless incandescence grow to offer wild ambrosia and fuel the buzz of tiny souls. As nettles rise to claim their pitch and build the…

Go to the forest, sit with the trees find ye a moment of comfort and ease, breathe it in deeply, return to your self to treasure the moment and measure your health. Alone you have power, it’s all in your mind the forest will feed you to help you unwind, and far from the madness…

I’d almost forgot that forget-me-nots as harbingers will duly rise and offer hues of duck egg blue to mirror distant April skies. Amnesia, the foe of age releases space for thoughts refreshed to see again the magic surge, Ostara in her makings blessed.

The blossom cares not whether I rejoice its scent nor recognise the balance found on Aprils morn where circled life in splendour forms. On cherry boughs in laden froth set pink against the apple rise, enticing fauna nectar rich a-buzz within its gifts allure. Set pure against the skies azure full virginal in dainty white…

The rose in ramble climbed aboard the sprawling hedge with thorn as sword protection from the local fauna ‘cept the critters seeking nectar. Soon to bud as daylight stretching pinkens up divine perfection, perfumed in such subtle honour, rampancy in floral nature. With buds abrupt and petals pending gnarling grips of tendrils wending, barbed within…

I wait in Aprils avid yearn to hear the cuckoos call return to listen out and listen well returning echoes stories tell… A year ago or almost such I waited long and worried much and in my worry failed to trust that sacred ways enfold as must. Ten thousand miles of back and forth three…

Rain for sale, it lands in Wales in plentiful supply, for many days the clouded greys released it from the sky, it’s mostly wet and you can bet it’s purity is ample, so get in touch, however much available in samples. Mud for sale, it comes from Wales In plentiful supply, we take the earth…