Crazy, seesaw weather, one day freezing grey, the next, hot in sun, then icy again, neither we nor the plants know how to handle it…
New celandine blooms
hard by frost-trammelled blossoms.
Spring postponed, not stopped.
(29/03/13)
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After all that bitter weather, suddenly it’s warm and sunny…
Suddenly warmer,
Flowers respond, opening.
As to a kind word.
(22/03/13)
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All of a sudden, after pointillist stasis during that very cold spell, the frog spawn has begun metamorphosis…
Full stops to commas,
frog spawn reflects Spring’s onslaught…
Grammatically!
(15/03/13)
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Walking in the butchered woods, brutally clear cut, mangled, like a WW1 battlefield; but Nature, as always, is ready to replace, to exploit the sudden extra light exposure…
Foxgloves are massing,
crowding exposed, clear-cut banks.
Poised for their moment.
(08/03/13)
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The hazels are all catkin-adorned: beautiful, gold-coloured, delicate bunches blowing golden pollen into the air with every little gust of breeze…
Hazels’ tassle-dance
powders the blue air golden.
Its own fairy dust.
(01/03/03)