Dew-soaked
Fine strands revealed
A camouflage no more
Now the flies can see what’s in store
A trap
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Revealed
Nature
Point of View
The Met Office say we had the wrong type of rain
That fell too fast and went down the drain
It is drizzle that we seek
That falls slowly and into the soil does seep
To me ir doesn’t matter what kind we get
If you’re sat in the garden
You’ll still be wet
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Tampering With Nature
My thanks to Fandango for introducing me to The Squirrel Chase and their one-to-three challenge. I had in my file a photo of a butterfly visiting the back garden. While the lavender and vlinder are works of divine art, by photography isn’t. The challenge to run the photo through a photo processor provided some lovely results, however.
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Condition Red
It was hot, even for this time of year. Rain was elusive, too. The government called it a national emergency. Was it just a natural cycle, or was it global warming? While that might be an important question, it didn’t make the heat any less oppressive.
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A Breath of Nature
I was recently at a conference in Manchester. The return journey afforded my wife and I the opportunity to take in the Peak District. Seeing that we live in the Brecks and are bordered by the Fens, the chance to see anything taller than a couple hundred of feet above sea level made a nice scenic change.
I particularly liked the dry stone walls, and the tranquillity of the pasture lands. Yes, we have sheep and cattle in East Anglia too, but the stone enclosures are so much more attractive than wire fencing.
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Awakened Pondering
Brilliant flash
Following roar
Waking me from
My midnight snore
Storm rumbling in the night
Hopefully passed by dawn’s new light
I dread to think of emerging forth
In the face of driving rain
And electric force
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Blackthorn Hedge
Delicate blossoms like tiny stars
Constellations white against green presented
Inviting – though housed amidst biting thorn
Being drawn too close – a thing to be regretted
A boundary natural -yet by men planned
A symbol of ownership over the land
And still the hedge is a world its own
Where sparrow and hedgepig make their home
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Shrouded
In sheets of vapour
Shrouded, obscured
Air hanging thickly
Absorbing light and word
A silence unnatural
Daylight does delay
As morning lingers
Until midday
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Storm
A day a bit more than breezy
Making getting home less than easy
Trees down and roof tiles blowing
Twigs and rubbish aloft going
Two storms in quick succession
Is mother nature teaching us a lesson?
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Fate
drifting aimlessly
with no true destination
only the fates know
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