Ahhh, Earth Day

Leaves of Bloodroot
slowly unfurl, their blooms
of white happily shine in the sun

Scillias of azure blue abuzz
teased open by bees
thirsty, longing for nourishment

Nails short and ragged
clogged with rich black earth,
a gardeners’ badge of honour

Robins follow freshly turned soil
listening, watching for a sign
of twisting movement

Pale green leaves shoot upward
buds of Daffies, tender to the touch
patiently wait for a cloudy day

Juncos perform two steps forward
one step back, digging
for winters leftover seeds

Spent Hydrangea heads
crumpled, cast aside
cover the ground with confetti

Over wintered compost
natures black gold, dug out
to replenish tired beds

Muddy shoes lined up
on the garden bench to dry
soles skyward, warming in the sun

While the tired and dirty gardener
eases back onto her throne
relaxed with face to the sun, she smiles

Robins sing vespers

Robins sing vespers
giving thanks for warm earth
bountiful with food and substance
after a nourishing spring rain.

Mosaic orbs in the garden pulsate
in a kaleidoscope of colours
as the sun sets on another day,
while Robins sing vespers.

Crumpled leaves blow
twirling in the cool breeze
only to set sail on The Ponds surface,
while Robins sing vespers.

Quarter moon wrapped
in the Da Vinci glow
as it has for thousands of years,
while Robins sing vespers.

Spring has arrived this gentle eve
slowly, assuredly, at her own pace
life is refreshed, renewed,
and Robins sing vespers…

Parchment

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Shamrocks and Violets

A mismatch
in the colour wheel
of a perfect spring garden
yet together
they create pleasing harmony
in our dreary, dismal landscape








Penned for the colour prompt at Magpie Tales.
Slainte!

Orchid of The Night

Orchid of the night
Illuminates the darkness
With her quiet pallet

I spied this beauty sitting alone on a rack. Well not quite alone but sitting amongst the pinks, reds and purples of her family. Her serene beauty stood out from the clash of vibrancy surrounding her. The softest hues of celery green with a dash of smokey rose and crème on her lower petals made me stop and sigh. There was no discussion and so she came home with me.




Officially she belongs to the Phalaenopsis family or Moth Orchid. When I look at her I see a Luna Moth, so soft and gentle with luminescent wings. The particular clan is unknown but that’s fine by me because she has joined my clan and is adored sitting in my nest brightening the day as well as the night with her glow.