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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Padre

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?


Padre

Monarch’s Chair

Monarch of the Wood, I have seen your chair

Why was it that you were not there?

Is it that your realm invasion faces

With plastic, and filth in your precious places?

Have you gone – your lands to defend?

Shall you return at the battle’s end?

Or shall we weep that you have fled the place?

Please say, I pray, that’s not the case


Padre

CCC 158

As Bumbles Buzz

Heath-The Bumble Bee
Pixabay

As bumbles buzz along their daily path

And the blooms of summer begin to fade

Fruit ripens turning gold or red

And thoughts of school impending fills our head

A perfect season comes to close

We await the days shortening – growing cold

We watch a butterflies their final rounds make

And in the evening tales of summer adventures are told

As the bumbles buzz – heading for home


Padre