Friday 29 April 2011

upright weeds, brown-wanded
fringed with pale yellow fascinators
leaves into ground holding boats of lines
bearing royalty on a special day
tiaras of seed heads sequin in the breeze

Monday 25 April 2011

record of secret visitors
who in a certain spirit
claim the place their own

how many coats can a tree have
before I recognise its make
unpruned, overgrown, knolled and prickled,
growth struggling from the ends of trawling branches
gifts to this unknown tree
for going through these uncertain seasons with me

eggs

Friday 8 April 2011

the bare tree starts to shudder into life
those tiny bows tightly
ruched and gathered along the branches
a pale is-it-green warble of change

butterflies hold still
a quake in the air
there is a swarm somewhere in the thatch
thrumming thrumming thrumming
hypnotic swirl of bees
I take a path away
a few in my hair make temporary homes
then threshold over  into the cloudless blue

blossom and blue sky

first bluebell

Monday 4 April 2011

monday april 4 Tash Bidgood visit

someone bowing in the dock leaves
black-coated
a worshipper in open view
a pilgrim of the low flowers
softly capturing
with a click of care


dancers in landscape april 3

dancers in Landscape april 3