The Wizard of Hagstone

I’m a hagstone wizard
‘cos I’ve got lots of those
collected and found on the beach
As not a visit is spared
before one is paired
to the others I have in my reach

I have hagstones on chains
which I’ve hung from the trees
in my garden out there in the sun
and others on show
where they bring a warm glow
as I cherish them every one

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Kew

Beneath the vivid leafy green
this time of year at Kew
Beside the Thames just sitting
early morning with a view

I have a little time to spare
so I’ll sit for here for a while
and write about this lovely place
Sufficient to beguile

Pink III

I’m bold and I’m gorgeous
Bright in the sun
Pink, I am all about
life that’s begun
And I have no comparison
for tears or a smile
As you’ll not see such beauty
again for a while

Pink II

I lay as soft carpet
pink where I fall
Whilst above me all turns to green

My task it is over
as with beauty I fade
leaving growth wherever I’ve been

Pink

The breeze has blown
all the pink to the ground
from the blossom up there in the tree
Like a carpet it lies
with a hint of surprise
which is very appealing to me

First Bluebells

Saw my first bluebells
in the sunshine today
Quite close to the river
down Old Shoreham way

Little Yellow

Little yellow dandelions
growing wildly there
And yes, I know that they are weeds
but I don’t really care

Veronica

We found her in a sale
last year in quite a state
jaded and quite tired
and for planting, somewhat late

But this year our blue Veronica
her beauty to the fore
has grown and spread vivacious
to abundance here once more

All is white

I wrap up warm
against the cold
I feel it now
I’m getting old
There’s white on
everything around
The air is crystal
n’er a sound.

They said there’d be snow

They said there’d be snow
Well, its cold enough
and there’s frost over all every day
But the sea air down here
on these southern shores
always seems to get well in the way

Yes, there have been falls
which have settled for days
in the past I remember quite well
But it’s still quite a rarity
for us in these parts
when snow of the settling kind fell

Love definition (Part 1)

And there she was,

Sitting on the silky sand enjoying the afternoon,

Watching the sun set over the mystic horizon of the Atlantic,

Tri-Haiku V (Red)

In fields of bright red
Rubies like treasures lie
Poppies in the sun

A blanket of red
Autumn from the many trees
Rubies on the ground

The red in the breeze
Falling down like crimson snow
Rubies to the wind

Summer in Mind

A patch of wild flowers growing
in the churchyard yesterday
Reminded me that summer
wasn’t all that far away
And yes, I know it’s over
by the chill that’s in the air
Felt now come the mornings
seen by coats worn everywhere

Beauty to find

Poets gather words
to harmoniously craft
and beauty to find

Twelve months seven

No. 12 of 12 in the Jemverse “Twelve months’ series

Delphinium Larkspur
climbs to the sky
in the bright sun
on the first of July

Joy to share

Glint on water
Sea of blue
You’re just like a friend I knew

Oft I came
sat for a while
That friend knew how to make me smile

Wandering

Dappled sunlight
through the leaves
dances underneath
the trees

And with its movement
so do I
slowly as I
wander by

HIDDEN MESSAGES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Sometimes Hidden Messages
Are There In Plain Sight,
Not Really Hidden At All,

Just Waiting To Be Seen
In A Different Light

Two Feet

these waves
they give
robes of shine

these waves
they bring
knights in sand

Beacon

The day was full of sunshine
as we headed out, day three
of our walks on hills of Sussex
my brother Dave and me
This time to Ditchling Beacon
climbing chalky paths and hill
then into shady valleys
where the air was calm and still

Sunset at Round Hill

Dusk wallows in the hill folds
waiting to be let loose,

Yellow Butterfly (for Emma)

Every moment gives a gift
An opportunity to see
A yellow butterfly lands
On the pool deck to give
The daughter a smile
She seemed to have lost.

Yellow Butterfly (for Emma)

Dogwood Tree

It was our neighbor’s dogwood tree
That prettified our lawn
And made us proud that we lived there
When Spring said there’s no need to care
The Winter has long gone.

Pink and gorgeous

It was there in mid April
delivered with grace
Pink and quite gorgeous
and right in my face

The last of it…?

Thought we’d seen the last of it
in the sunshine yesterday
So little did we spare a thought
for more snow on the way
And yet first thing this morning
another blanket on the ground
white replacing yellow
with snowfall all around

Demimondaine

Her midriff is a rumba, she skims the dance club’s lights, flitty beetle
with a hard shell and the taste of vegemite,

and the musk of a jaguar; of all these people crammed here
she has the strongest bite.

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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