Allow

Allow this cool breeze

to sweep over me as a silk scarf

tickled my warm skin

and I smile, once I loved

Allow this brilliant sun

to shine through trees

while loosing their leaves

only to find me in its spotlight

Allow the clear north air

to blow out its dampness

and allow my lungs

to inhale its freshness

Allow squirrels of grey, red and black

to chase each other and

fallen walnuts without spending

the day splayed upon fence-tops

Allow these tired eyes

watch light play in the garden

highlighting this and that

while earth revolves

Allow my ears to enjoy the chimes

stroked softly by the breeze

without interference of mowers and saws,

all I ask

is to hear their calming notes

frog song - haiku

the chorus begins

I have yearned to hear voices

singing in the night

At last the frog song has begun...

Grandmother Toad

She arrived weeks ago

a slim, speckled, creature

hopping about, surveying her domain.

Her appearance was willy-nilly

days without once a sighting,

then evenings with just a glimpse.

Today was an off day

and spent it in the garden

trimming and transplanting.

The Pond needed topping off

thrilled to see Grandmother Toad

washing up on to the frog dock.

Rest of the day was spent

from the Pond and the garden.

O such a wiley one is she.

Patrolling for bugs, savouring slugs

returning for one last supper

then disappearing in to the garden.

heritage garden - haiku

phlox and hollyhocks
cabbage roses and lilies
heritage garden

Yellow Trillium

I have coddled you for years

in anticipation of your bloom

O yellow one, a sign, any sign of life

This year you presented yourself,

and what I yearned for most,

a blossom, a bloom, a Hello!

I adore your ethereal colour

transparent in sunlight, amongst violets,

above your earthly spotted leaves

Do not feel so alone Jaune,

two kin now share your shady home,

for me teach them how to bloom next year