Love’s Gate

Love’s Gate

-Linda Lee Lyberg

As I stand at love’s gate

With my heart in my hand

I ponder life’s true fate

Will he be the one man?

Mallow

Pink and magnanimous
the tree mallow knows
that here in midsummer
it’s here to disclose

Many happy returns II

Many happy returns
lives up to its name
With ever more roses
again and again

Abundance

There’s an abundance in my border
and it’s shouting loud at me
It’s telling me of summer
and it’s wonderful to see

It has orange there and yellow
reflective of the sun
And it greets me every morning
as each new day’s begun

Greenhouse

I have a little greenhouse
in a lovely sunny spot
It’s covered in green plastic
and inside it’s pretty hot

At present I am growing
several things from seed
Some courgettes and some lettuce
and some parsnips that we need

Succulent

It’s been growing in some housebricks
on a pot outside our door
for quite some months, innocuous
Not sure what it was for
But just this week quite suddenly
It’s come into it’s own
As several tall flowers have
spectacularly grown

Our little garden

I love our little garden
and the space we have out here
It’s lovely in the summer
and at other times of year
And yes, it’s on the small side
but that’s the way it is
So we’re not that bothered by it
as there’s nothing here remiss

Tie-dye in the sunshine

Yesterday in the sunshine
On my day of birth I saw
Some flowers in the garden
Which deserve (at least) encore

Garden of Dreams

Cultivating thoughts
nurturing meditations
my garden of dreams

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Also posted on Dark Side of the Moon

Many Happy Returns

Back when it was purchased
with its buds not yet in bloom
I thought I’d save a picture
of it for the first of June
And now that day has come
and the summertime is here
I’m really pleased I waited
as its beauty is now clear

After the rain III

After the rain
mock orange flowers
spread their fragrance
for some hours

My peaceful seat

I’ve a seat in my garden
where I can sit in the sun
as it sets in the West
when the daytime is done
It’s just the birdsong and me
and the soft evening light
An admirable setting
to sit here and write

Sunshine IV

Sometimes those sunshine moments
catch you unaware
when beams of warmth come calling
and find you waiting there

Pretty Everlasting

She loves me.

Bellis Perennis

She loves me not.

Day’s Eye

She loves me.

Mary’s Rose

She loves me,

Stop.

Winterberry red

Bright there in the sunshine
Winterberry red
A splash of colour painted
vivid and widespread

Too cold in the winter

Neglected in winter
gets quite overgrown
Too cold to sit out there
grass stays unmown
Trees shed their leaves
and they fall to the ground
and because I’m not out there
they just lie around

Secret Places

It’s hidden by the railway line
unkempt for many years
and if the Signalman could see it now
he’s be reduced to tears
Once known as Railway Gardens
when the signal box was there
Nestled just behind the sign
that warned us “Trains – beware”

Virginia Red

At the end of my garden
at this time of year
when autumn’s cold hands
tells me winter is near

Caterpillar

A caterpillar came a-crawling
through my garden yesterday
So I captured him on video
as he went upon his way
He’ll turn into a Hawk Moth
I am reliably informed
but as they’re simply massive
I’m glad I’ve been forewarned

Iron, Undress and Grow in the Garden With Me

Iron of dress, without meadowsweet tenderness,
Give up your ghost to me now, and we shall all bow down weeping.

Close to the creeping, I secure my hat,
Pick up my boots and walk
To the lavender-times, when I lived by my nose,
When I touched my crown into each rose and
Loved red.

This garden

Within this garden
summer is captured daily
Sunshine and the rain

The sun, some flowers and a smile

Nasturtiums and Geraniums
in the bright sunshine
Taking pictures of them out there
because all of these are mine
Oranges and yellows
offset by splash of pink
All looking pretty lovely
and splendid, don’t you think?

That lavender time again

I’m capturing the summer
on this fine sunshine day
With a little bit of lavender
to keep the blues away

Woman in the Japanese Zen Gardens

Pollen breaks like water against your neck,
the garden hydrangea shifting beneath your tender caress.

I believe I have seen you someplace. Seen you
waltzing through the flames and the ghosts of the Downtown Proper.

Foxglove trumpets

Foxglove trumpets make no sound
but play the sweetest tune
Bright pink with speckled stamens
here in the month of June

Jasmine

Spend an evening in my garden
and I can guarantee you this
You’ll never want to leave again
for the fragrance here is bliss

Sambucus Nigra

We have a common Elder
‘Black Beauty’ is its name
with purple leaves and pinkish flowers
long may it there remain

Chive

Flowering chive, a delicate mauve
in contrast with the green
Of all the herbs we try to grow
the prettiest I have seen