September

A pile of petals;
last rites for rambling roses,
gone now 'til next year.


Last week's dry brown lawn
refreshed by days of cool rain
now needs a good mow!


Ripe wheat stands ready
to meet the harvester's blade;
farmers eye dark clouds.


Fields of golden wheat
surround the quiet village;
noisy tractors soon!


First ripe tomato
sun warmed, red burst of juice,
too tempting by half!


Yesterday's courgette;
hidden metamorphosis-
today's huge marrow!

July

Roses in full bloom,
collision of bold colour
and sensuous scents.



The calling cuckoo
keeps cadence with my long stride
-a quick march tempo!


An unruly front hedge
demanding my attention
-back aches at the thought.