Tag: seasons

Autumn Colours

I’m an autumn photography addict. I can’t help but get snap happy at this time of year. Colours leaps out at me from every angle and I want to capture it, hold it, cling onto it as if the fiery colours can actually warm…

Merry Autumn Equinox!

Joyous Alban Elfed, the light on the water. Happy first day of autumn, according to many almanacs. Merry Mabon, to those who honour this name. Happy Harvest Home, the last grain being stored. However and why ever you celebrate, may this moment of balance…

Samildánach

Will I have any corn to bring To place on the stone within the ring? Will I have flesh to cut and burn And place inside the bubbling urn? Will I have neeps and spuds and carrots To fill these wide and simmering pots?…

Summer Jewels

Summer walks with the children.

Secret of a Daffodil

I place my ear gently to the golden trumpet What secrets do you hold? I heard you whispering Just as you called to Persephone Am I distracted by your beauty Waiting for Hades to snatch me away Or am I the kidnapper Of my…

The Call

White treasure, petals bright Fall from high to small Hands and fingers, softly lands Adoration; springtime’s call.

Blossom

Waves of pleasure Olfactory lust Nasal pollination Vernal must Musky, heady Trance inducing Moving, ready, Rain drops sluicing Founts of heaven Sensation heavy Petrichor bomb Blossom so heady The smell of spring The scented air The cherry, apple Plum and pear Hawthorn coming Spikes…

Take me to the Ocean

Waiting by the ocean Waiting by the shore Clouds are hanging, cloaking Sunlight, grey and raw. Beach lies glinting wetly Tide breaks like a sigh Pebbles crackling, crunching ‘Neath the slate tile sky Winkles, whelks and starfish Rays and sprays and gulls Bladderwrack and…

Bat

Flappy, happy scrap of night Black against blue Joyous in flight Like me you love The warm twilight.

Spring Storm

Picture was taken in the middle of the night, the light is from lightning alone. Heat and light and fight! Spars strike at stars Scars cut the sky As lightning flies And cuts and fries The crowding clouds Clamouring for more Rain beats the…

The Wedding

I married The old stone wall Hidden behind The rhododendrons I found it When the snow Angel coloured lead Bowed the branches White flakes For my veil We borrowed The blue Sky, old And new And stood in front Of ourselves No witnesses.

World Poetry Day 2018

For World Poetry Day today, I was obsessed with petrichor, the smell after the rain. Here are some of the poetic doodles I did today… Rain hits soil hits nose Knowing how it works doesn’t Make it not magic. Microbes multiply Each rain drop…