Category: nature
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parched
Another day of baking sky where swifts and swallows dance, where gentle breezes carry ease to Bethels green expanse, where butterflies on nectars search patrol the flower borders and somehow find a way to trust in Mother Nature’s orders. In mythic tune the blackbird trills and speaks the seasons glory beneath it hums the drone…
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pod
Our peas are growing nicely, in pods they plumply form as tendrils creep on pea-sticks steep they’re coming on a storm. The sunshine has caressed them as I watched them stretch and grow hydrated from a watering can from seedlings that were sown. If only I’d grown more of them I’d have enough to share…
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purple mint
Purple mint a-buzz with wings which sing the song of nectar found, of orange tips and admirals and honeybees in summer sound. In licks of heat the garden feeds our sense of hope in nature’s way, I breakfast on the feast of life and pray that it will stay this way
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azure
Another day of baking sky where swifts and swallows dance, where gentle breezes carry ease to Bethels green expanse, where butterflies on nectars search patrol the flower borders and somehow find a way to trust in Mother Nature’s orders. In mythic tune the blackbird trills and speaks the seasons glory beneath it hums the drone…
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Let’s talk of digitalis and
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…
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changing tune
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…
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The song of Aprils joy
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…
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forest divine
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…
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almost forgotten
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.
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cherry tree
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…