bramble boy

it’s early autumn
when he first comes
as seagulls fight
o’er cracker crumbs
her heart beats
like African drums
when she spies the bramble boy

autumn’s not
her favourite time of year
the days grow short
the skies are drear
yet she feels peace
seeing he is near
her steadfast bramble boy

leaves leap from trees
those we love die
the summer sun
deserts the sky
when the geese fly south
she wants to cry
‘til she sees the bramble boy

each September
in her garden appears
accompanied by the sound
of insectile cheers
he’ll spend the winter
quieting all her fears
her beloved bramble boy

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Sunday worship

the roof is high
endless miles of miraculous blue
I gaze on it reverence
inspired by the view

so high is that ceiling
spare white clouds like wispy souls
for such a space I’m thankful
I know God’s at the controls

the floor is well-laid
older than countless years
its borne the weight of thousands
eons of shocks & tears

done in a hopeful shade of green
that must have taken hours
my heart dances in awed silence
while bees sing amongst the flowers

I’m a gardener, I’m a shepherd
paying no heed to the clock
sending praise to God above
as I tend my floral flock

& when at last the church bells ring
the words “Hi Mommy” leave my lips
it’s then I smell her in the air
she lightly clasps my fingertips

once again I’m reassured
the Lord has heard my anguished cries
my Mom is forever with me
her love is infiniteit never dies

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wildwind garden

on a little side street
in bonnie Dundee
is a place most folks’ll never see
gotta have an invite to gain entry
to the wondrous wildwind garden

it’s a secret place
hugged by mossy walls
alive with dancing waterfalls
where watches freeze & all time stalls
in the wilderness of wildwind garden

fruit trees groan
with the weight of pears & plums
wildflowers sway as the gardener hums
& everyone takes life just as it comes
in the world of wildwind garden

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wildwind garden

autumn haiku

now, in the morning
she shivers at the bus stop
she should have worn gloves

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playful autumn winds
run riot through her styled hair
she is not amused

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her shoulders are slumped
as she walks slowly downhill
leaves crunch underfoot

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the sun grows tired
it seeks its celestial bed
ever earlier

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autumn leaf

the bonsai tree

it’s just a
tiny little bonsai tree
its branches twisted
kinda like me

I saw it in a shop
just last Saturday
an’ so I took it home
seemed it needed a place to stay

it sat amongst the larger trees
it looked forgotten & forlorn
perhaps it even felt like me
a little lost, a bit lovelorn

such a tiny little thing
in a blue ceramic pot
seemed we needed each other
so I took it home, thinkin’ why not?

it’s a tiny little thing
a 5-quid bonsai tree
but sittin’ on my desk
it brings great joy to me

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bonsai pic

August’s end

all the flowers in her garden
have hung their head
cause August has arrived
and its end is a cause for dread

scented lilies & lilac lupins
wear faces full of woe
& the dahlias grow depressed
as autumn winds begin to blow

the foxglove has an attitude
cause they like it when it’s hot
but just now it’s blowin’ a gale
& cold is somethin’ they’ve forgot

in the hanging baskets
lobelia & petunias are entwined
longing for the days
when the sun warmly shined

but the keeper of this garden
is the saddest of them all
for she knows the end of August
heralds the start of fall

for though she loves the autumn colors
she hates the onset of shortened days
for soon snow will slam the windows
with an unforgiving, icy glaze

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Our Girl's Garden

a garden in Dundee

from her kitchen windowsill
she idly watches a daffodil
marvelling at its sense of time
as it pushes through cold earth & leftover winter grime

sitting on her garden wall
she contemplates crocuses strugglin’ to stand tall
they too know just when to arrive
in spring sunshine they dance and thrive

standing on her precious patch of grass
she’s filled with a joy more fragile than glass
like the ivy entwined around the apple tree
she yields to the embrace of life’s mystery

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agardeninDundee pic

the bonsai tree

it’s just a
tiny little bonsai tree
its branches twisted
(kinda like me)

I saw it in a shop
just last Saturday
an’ so I took it home
seemed it needed a place to stay

it sat amongst the larger trees
it looked forgotten & forlorn
perhaps it even felt like me
a little lost, a bit lovelorn

such a tiny little thing
in a blue ceramic pot
seemed we needed each other
so I took it home, thinkin’ why not?

it’s a tiny little thing
a 5-quid bonsai tree
but sittin’ on my desk
it brings great joy to me

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bonsai pic

dirty hands

sun’s high
in a sky of an indescribable hue
grass gleams
with diamonds damp
sensual Sunday morning dew

they call
from the garden wall
growing infant vegetation
living only for the moment
of scented inspiration

seagulls howl
at the trowel
that cruelly violates the earth
while the earthworms dance
plump bodies wriggling with mirth

crispy air
sunlight’s glare
head filled with flowery plans
she smiles before dropping to her knees
and happily dirties her hands

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dirty hands

Cambridgeshire skies

a smokestack spits into a cloud
a hawk breaks free of the feathered crowd
the tunes in the car is playin’ real loud
an’ we’re singin’ as we cruise down the road

in the Beamer we’re willingly trapped
both seatbelts are securely strapped
I’m starin’ out the window, totally rapt
as we go cruisin’ down the road

October clouds look just like fleece
from the past I’ve found release
an’ a tear forms at the corner of my eye
at my first sight of the Cambridgeshire sky

the air’s filled with a farm-country scent
sunbeams play on the River Trent
an’ we’re feelin’ no discontent
while we’re cruisin’ down the road

the A1 goes on endlessly
each mile a new discovery
an’ my best friend’s next to me
as we go cruisin’ down the road

wind turbines gaily spin
autumn sunshine warms my skin
an’ I’m so happy that I cry
at my first sight of the Cambridgeshire sky

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Cambridgeshire skies pic