Produce (aka ‘Allotment V’)

Imagine our amazement
when this evening on Ham Field
we discovered our allotment
had delivered its first yield
Some courgettes and a squash or two
which in the sunshine haven’t lingered
Leading us to think that we
may well be quite green-fingered!

Angel’s Trumpet

Angel’s Trumpet

-Linda Lee Lyberg

With her wings wrapped around

She looks serenely on

At the world that surrounds her

Where infinite life abounds.

Trees

Shafts of cellulose stretching to the sky
Leafed about with greens

~ Haiku

~ Haiku
Uprooted Oak tree

Broken branches lie, decay

Roots lost to the winds
O’Prunty
6/10/17
Copyright Applies

nine lives of fog

fog peered over the fence
shyly curling fingers around
cold tree knuckles, warming
their hands chilled by

The Purple Tree

The tree was purple, all lit up
in the middle of the night
Came across it suddenly
all shiny there and bright

After the rain III

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

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Distant but here
I hear the happy sounds

Heronswood

I can walk the world in the Heronswood,
I can walk and talk with the horticulturists
and the nature gods. I can meet with cultures
I never knew, the Thalictrum, the Fuchsia,
the Phlox, the Hakonechloa. With my fingers
I can brush the Bishop’s Hat, with my toes

Sweet Intrepidity

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Sweet Intrepidity reaching into the depths

Of all I hide, yet all I posses,

Laying bare these fears and suspicions

Collateral damage of volatile visage;

Vast, unbending, Audacity

Fosbury Fort

Skylarks sing and soar
We walk encircling ramparts
Gazing at the still deep ditch

Transmutation

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Verdant Conveyance

Connecting past with present

Transmutation Sighs

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the falls

i often envy cherry blossoms and clouds
because when i slip, my fall hits hard
i scrape my hands, bruise my knees –
yet when i stand under cherry blossom trees
as a breeze kicks up its heels, all i feel

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Just beneath the skin
Cold razor slides along

Seal

On the rocks by an island
with the tide going out
I saw a seal lounging
and gave him a shout

Avenue: Haiku

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Lush Blossoms of Light

Liberated from deep sleep

Avenue of Life

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Glory Tree – Cinquain

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Around
The corner- Wow!
Tibouchina’s newborn

Matins

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Whispers in the mists of morn

Sing Lilting Praise

Upon the wind are bourn

Rapturous glimmers of refracting gold

Life Pirouettes

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Dancing on the wing

Life Pirouettes into Life

Treasure Blossoming

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Sunset Senses

I smile at sunset’s throng of small songbirds
singing out while nuzzling their nested fauna,
dreamily chirping ‘til sleep stills them.

Wild Ballet

 

Wild Ballet

Today I was witness
to Baryshnikov and Nureyev
in a wild ballet. Such grace!
Such nerve! Such beautiful leaps
as they chased each other
across the meadow stage.

To Live As Tree

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How Lovely it would be to Live as Tree,

Silvery in Shimmering Moonglow,

A Photograph: The Champion of the Wood

© Photo by Dorothy Birmingham

Surrounded
By the warm birch trees
In the cold.
I can tell it’s cold. —

The tall white birch trees
Stand like soldiers on guard

Amidst The Hills!

Amidst the mighty hills I stood,
Hills and mountains with their hoods..
Canopy of trees around,
I shout out for a new sound!

Feeling the vibes that surrounds:
The strength of the mounds
The Joy in the waving leaves
The blue sky that finally weaves!

in the belly of Morning

sometimes my dreams arrest me
holding me by the wrists deep in the
belly of the Morning, i use her ribs as
rungs to climb out – i hear the wind sleeping

hush chills

the leaves twist their fingers
telling the wind to hush
as it prattles on, rushing across
the necks of rivers, slithering up
the spines of bridges, biting

Under the Trees

Under the trees fallen leaves

dance to please the wind

blowing through the grass

End of Summer – Cinquain

Today 1st March is the first day of Autumn in Australia.

Murraya or Orange Blossom is now in bloom in my garden.

Copyright Irina Dimitric 2017