February

Have you heard it yet?
The dawn chorus has resumed
-a spring overture.


First daffodil gold
lights up the dismal morning.
Is it really spring?


My husband saw TWO
kingfishers on the river
while I sat at work.


Aerial dogfight!
Two chaffinches disputing
-whose territory?

November

Young geese on the wing,
testing hard their flight feathers;
instinct forms a vee.

Summer leaves frosted;
autumn's orange pumpkins
last off the kitchen plot.

Misty morning dew
droplets form on spider webs
-meadow jewellery.

Pull the curtains tight
throw a big log on the fire;
winter is coming.

October

Split green spiny pod-
chestnut gleam within reveals
summer is over


The haw is blushing;
dew glistens on morning grass.
Autumn is coming.


Amongst field stubble
a single fallen feather-
pheasant season soon!


Kitchen scents compete
chutney, jelly, jam and soup;
autumn's edible!

September

Young buzzard's frantic!
Hunger fuels the fledgeling's flight;
weary mother waits.

The prostrate oak tree
felled by a summer tempest
decays in long grass

Windfalls each morning
strewn beneath the burdened tree
-clean that apple press!

Silage is raked;
summer's rich harvest gathered.
Who cares if it rains?

The highest branches
dark with ripe purple plums
-let the wasps enjoy them!

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.

Grey lag geese return,
calls jarring the dawn chorus
-spring cacophony!