Beltane

I can hear the blackbird call
Charcoal feathered bantam weight
And the cherry blossoms fall
Porcelain transparency

Spring air through a window pane
Broken by the passing time
In an attic on a farm
Echoes granny’s lullaby

Past and future meeting now
In this song carrying on
The blackbird is a different one
Melody unchanged

Memories of lilac scent
Purple iris added on
Suspended I am now–was then
Walking through the time beyond

Each note is a step I take
Each breeze is a breath
An image every memory makes
Until none is left

I am on my way back home
As the wind will blow
Gone the years and bleached the bones
What’s left is a wandering soul

Snowdrops

How do they stay clean?

Born out of muddy soil
Breaking through half rotten leaves
Thrown away during autumn clearance
Half-composted reminders of summer past

Pelted by sleet, and hail, and rain
Trampled on by foxes and deer
Yes, both, in our garden
And yet

And yet
Snow white
Brilliant
Clean
Vibrant green
Not a speck of mud

Harbingers of spring
You say?

Harbingers of hope
I respond.

The power of life
Born out of cold and darkness
Brilliant white
The colour to hold them all
Symbol of light
Symbol of peace
Symbol of hope

A very fragile message


Blossoms

Spring buds
Foreshadowing colour explosions

Blooms
Smells
Colours
Soft
Gentle
Sweet
Happy
Pink
Purple
Red
Yellow

A living mantra
Hundreds of haikus
In one blossom

Silky
Velvet
White
Lilac
Opaque Venes
Transparent Pedals
Pure joy
So simple

A song
A poem
Each per blossom

Smooth satins
Dotted amongst
Rough bark
Pastels
Spread across
Browns and greys

The gentle happiness of inner peace
Winning over sharp edges of demons

Every spring anew
Light bursts into life
With so much joy

Kingfisher and Rain

May in Scotland

A lightning bold
Metallic blue
Dipped out of the canal
Into the trees

Flashes of blue
A bobbing jewel
Follows us
Along the water

A heavy scent, mixture of
Hawthorne, Bluebells, Lilac
Tangible, weights me down
Dash: the blue lighting bold
Emerges from the water
Stickleback in his beak

The successful hunter
Manages to hide amongst the trees
Before the downpour
We not

I stretch my arms to the sky
And laugh
Warm water rinses the heavy scent away
Replacing it with pertrichor
May in Scotland

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