Sultry

Mid May and springtime evenings
with warmth still in the air
left over from the sunshine
that has been shining there

soil of your seed

In the sunlight
Beneath the trees
Tread gently
And touch me
I am the soil
Of your seed

Promise in store

The daffodils are past their prime
but here at Horsted Keynes
The sunset comes at eight o’clock
and we all know what that means

That bluebell time

It’s that bluebell time again
they come up every year
Around the end of April time
when the summer time is near

Sakura

Snow still sits atop the highest peaks
Like vanilla icing dripping
From rocky road ice cream cones,
Shining, sleek with sweat
From its battle with the Sun.

Down by the lake,
playfully shimmering water
shines a halo around the pink tutu
Of Cherry Blossom ballerinas,
Dancing aloft with a woodwind breeze.

April Sunshine

A cream tea with scones
in April sunshine
Temperatures rising
and everything’s fine

Kew Bridge

I felt like an intruder
at the glory of the dawn
As sun behind the early mist
warmed up the early morn

A synergy born

The spirea’s in full bloom
with its blossom abundant
and the warmth of the sunshine
means Winter’s redundant

After Hockney

I thought of Hockney
on Beeding Hill
hawthorn in blossom
and beautiful still
The little white flowers
exuberant here
bright in the sunshine
at this time of year

Truleigh Hill in Springtime

On Truleigh Hill in Springtime
everything is splendid
Now that BST¹ is here
with daylight hours extended

Potting Flora’s

 

 

 

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When a marriage is starting out it’s like a tender seed.

It needs to be protected and guarded against the weed.

A Little Green Frog (child’s poem)

 

I am a frog.

A little green frog.

My Little Yellow Bird (child’s poem)

You are a bird.

A little yellow bird.

Avenue: Haiku

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Lush Blossoms of Light

Liberated from deep sleep

Avenue of Life

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Fern in Spring

Beneath the gentle dew of spring, I wait…
Resolved to yearning, lengthening my patience in this state…
Droplets hold their morning spark, all my world reflected here,
as sunbursts gain corona gold, horizon’s azimuth waxing near…

The song of Spring

I’m sitting in the sunshine
in my garden, it’s still March
But the song of Spring is here
with the blackbird and the larch
And it’s warm outside the breeze
in the shelter of this place
And you can see how much I love it
by the smile upon my face

Springtime Cheer

It’s in my garden again
the yellow that speaks of the sun
Forsythia glory shouting aloud
that Springtime has begun

Life Pirouettes

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Dancing on the wing

Life Pirouettes into Life

Treasure Blossoming

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First Daisy

When I first see a daisy
in the sunshine I will sing
For it heralds Winter’s passing
and arrival of the Spring

Spring Renewal

Free Image

Be renewed by the deep riches of the earth…

Be cleansed by the rains of refreshing,

Bringing forth re-birth

Washing away the drought of the harsh winter winds…

It is the season when hearts are re-stirred,

And life begins….again ©JLH

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We Close our Eyes

Above our head, hail forms, plummeting to pin prick curiosity
just as the jilted spring we foresaw disappears from view;
we crawl back to hide between the shadows of winter and yesterday.

A glimpse of Spring

I caught a glimpse of Spring
on the ground the other day
as a host of flowering crocuses
gathered there to say
that the sunshine’s getting warmer
so it’ll really not be long
before the sound from every meadow
is the voice of Springtime song

Spring

Put your ear to the air.

Tune your senses to the long rhythms…

The sun is daily higher,

It knocks harder on grave’s door:

Beneath in the icy ground,

Life warms from near death

Shudders and swells and pushes against

The things that would keep it cold:

Colour will our palettes fill

As it’s sometimes quite disheartening
in short days of winter chill
A thing that will encourage
is that it isn’t long until
the warmer days that come with Spring
It’ll bring more light and mean
that we can turn away from grey
and see instead the green

A glimpse of yellow

I caught a glimpse of yellow
in a hedgerow yesterday
It was quite unexpected
but it made me think “Hooray!”

Handful of yellow

I had a handful of yellow
but I let it all go
and now I’ll not find it
’til Springtime I know
It was careless of me
for I had it right there
like a smile on the breeze
just ready to share

A pleasing distraction – sedoka

On cold winter days
for a pleasing distraction
the thought of Springtime flowers

Caught on a warm breeze
to embellish me with their
wonderful fragrant bouquet

Pleasure

We brought a David Hockney print
and hung it on the wall
An early Christmas present
to be admired by one and all
It’s from a London retrospective
at the Royal Academy
to which just under four years past
we went, my wife and me