the meek sun revives
stone hearts warm and swell with blood
Lazarus life light
On cold days the sun provides that warmth to lift even the coldest heart, to force a smile, to melt, even by a tiny amount, a sadness. Here are some photos I took in Centenary Wood and the place I keep returning to, the Pond on the moors. That solitary swan seems to be living there now, it makes me sad to think he or she might have lost their mate.
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green naked rosehips
stripped of petals windfallen
too early to blush
a pinch of angels
float, take root on chalk hills
as hardy thistles
Meadow Browns busy
along the sheltered old road
late summer blessings
Some pictures from my walk on Pegsdon Hills today. This is a beautiful time of year especially on days like this where the sun isn’t too hot and the breeze is gentle.
Wild Rose
A barren tree
Hawthorn berries, I took a photo of these trees when they were smothered in blossom back in the Spring.
ploughed fields
Sheep
the rambling rector
heavy scent heady flowers
white bundles afloat
the old rambling rose in the garden is just bursting with smell and white flowers at the moment. It seems to defy gravity, the weight of its flowers should be sagging it down, but it isn’t, it’s joyously exposing itself to the sky, climbing up to meet it. I think the mix of showers and sun (and we’ve had both today) is doing the world of good for the plants. I’ve mentioned it before but the garden has never been this colourful.
Cocksure foxglove spears
fleshy poppies abundant
augmented by rain
I ventured, bleary eyed, into the garden today. It’s absolutely teeming with colour. It’s wild and beautiful. The rain has fed these giant growth spurts, the poppies are weighty, the width of saucers. The flowers are gorgeous. And the smell of the rambling roses drifts in the air.
It helped to warm up my heart a little and inspired me to write a happy longer poem, which you can read on my other blog here.
