Pretty Bluebells..........

Pretty Bluebells light up the wood
In a place where I once stood.
Long forgotten shade of mine
Destroyed by the hands of time.
If I were to go back there now
stand in that same place somehow
Would I imprint it once again,
My shadow now as it was then?
Also with Make it Pretty Monday

Autumn Days.......JKS

Autumn Days...


Blustery days as Autumn starts
Revival of our sun baked hearts.
Gone the dog days hot like steam,
Brings in the cool and crispy clean.
Shakes off the leaves that died from heat
Making them crunchy under feet
Now the colours brightness brings
Milder sun and Autumn things'
Apple cider, crunchy pears
Hayrides, pumpkins and farm fairs
Pleasant walks in field and woods
Taking home natures goods
Acorns, Beech nuts squirrel treats
Stored for winter as Fall retreats
Soon the long cold winters here
With harsh conditions for the deer.
Meanwhile we can still impart
The joys of Autumn in our heart.
(JKS Sept 2012)



It was such a lovely cool and blustery day today I had to write this poem. The pictures were off the web as our leaves have yet to change

Lilac..................

The Lilac is about to bloom. The smell is divine. I have white lilac and also pink. Not really great bushes but enough to give me a taste of it. I can not have it in the house because its overwhelming but love the smell in the garden.
This is the pink from a distance.



The white is not quite popped out yet. The pink is a bigger bush than the white ones. They are not that strong just yet. I prune them back each year in the hope of reviving them. It seems to be working somewhat.



There seem to be a lot of blossoms this year. I would like to see them thicken up though.
I love the way you see lilac out in the countryside. Where ever there were old farms even if they are long gone, you see huge lilac bushes. My dad had one in his garden and it was nice and thick. Those are old bushes when they are like that and a wonderful place for birds to nest.






A Song of the Lilac

Above the wall that's broken,
And from the coppice thinned,
So sacred and so sweet
The lilac in the wind!
And when by night the May wind blows
The lilac-blooms apart,
The memory of his first love
Is shaken on his heart.

In tears it long was buried,
And trances wrapt it round;
O how they wake it now,
The fragrance and the sound!
For when by night the May wind blows
The lilac-blooms apart,
The memory of his first love
Is shaken on his heart.

Louise Imogen Guiney 1861 - 1920

The Autumn
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning



Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them --
The summer flowers depart --
Sit still -- as all transform'd to stone,
Except your musing heart.

How there you sat in summer-time,
May yet be in your mind;
And how you heard the green woods sing
Beneath the freshening wind.
Though the same wind now blows around,
You would its blast recall;
For every breath that stirs the trees,
Doth cause a leaf to fall

Garden Poem by Patience Strong.....

In a garden green and gay
All my troubles fade away
Sweet contentment here I find
Joy of heart and peace of mind.