Daisy oh daisy

 

Green clings to the gourd
Sun shines down on the green
Tiny balls burst upwards
Delicate white petals
Slowly unfold
Quiet is the sir
Warm is the sun
Green balls slowly unfold
Delicate white petals uncurl
Opening gently
Encircling bright yellow head
Softly the nod in the breeze
Warm is the air
Bright is the sun
The daisy reminds us
Summer has sprung

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Tritina for a holiday

Morning sun rises in the sky

Vapour trails linger uniquely

Picture perfect, in a magazine

 

Flicking pages of a magazine

Each holiday unfolds uniquely

Midday sun is high in the sky

 

Silver lined dark clouds appear uniquely

Closing the pages of the magazine

Above me the sun leaves the sky

 

And darkness floats down uniquely

The cruellest month

 

There is no tease to February

Long nights, Short days,

Deep grey clouds, blanket the sky

Icy cold winds, bringing snow and hail

Sun is hidden, almost forgotten

Snowdrops fight to emerge

From the hard dark ground

Icy air hangs, still no movement

Warmth had long been forgotten.

February makes no apologies

It does not promise warmth or light

It does not promise bursting flowers

It does promise the hopes of spring

February may be the cruellest month

but its full of honesty.

Flower Show

garden

In this ideal setting

Is this year’s gardening bliss

From Vegetable heaven

To floral delights

With vibrant colours

And noses filled with

Fragrant delights.

You can be relaxing fresco

In the most amazing gardens

There are Hedgehog sanctuaries

And it’s an Insect paradise

Lastly the Concept gardens

Of imaginary offerings

Another perfect place

Rejoice in inspirational

British gardening

Sherlock Holmes to Watson

Today napowrimo prompt is to write a Poemeleon. A poem in the voice of someone else. So today I have written as Sherlock Holmes

holmes

There is nothing like first-hand evidence

My dear Watson are you listening at all?

This letter is not a red herring

Have you read it at all?

.

Have you eliminated all other factors?

And the one that is left is the truth

You see but you don’t really observe

So look again Dr Watson, and discover

.

We must listen to each of their stories

For everything has been done before.

The world is full of obvious things

Come Watson the game is afoot.

The Hanged Man

Today’s Napowrimo prompt was to pick a card and write a poem. So I shuffled my Tarot cards and drew

The Hanged Man.

the hanged man

This tarot card I have chosen

You hang upside down

You hang from one leg

How tiring it must be

.

Unable to help yourself

Stuck, waiting, dangling in time

Will the problem ever pass

The one you have no energy for

.

You meditate, eyes staring, suspended

Discovering the resolution

Patience, wisdom and optimism

You are free once again.