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.
Padre
“Just look at the state of our garden. I can’t belief the council doesn’t do more to control these pests. I mean it isn’t like they do much of anything else around here . . . .”
A mole hill’s bump
Into a knoll does rise
A becomes a hill before her eyes
Climbing still into a majestic peek
A Himalayan berg, to hear her speak
Padre
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
Padre
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
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
With dew moistened strands
Your work displays
Now not as effective
As in warmer days
As autumn – like summer
Comes to pass
Is your knit-work all of you
That will last?
Padre
orange
purple and green
secondary colours
reflecting caterpillar’s life
renewed
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Padre
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
The rains return from after sun
Dampening soil and bringing awakening
Roots reach down a drink to share
And from moist earth new blooms are hastening
Padre
Slowly creeping, climbing high
Reaching upwards to sun and sky
Soon masses of fruit to bear
In clusters sweet to share
With a world awaiting their fill
Padre
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