Flowerings

 (Picture Credit - Conde Nast Traveler)

Every year now:

First it’s those trumpeting Daffodils,

Bluebells and Crocuses.

Forsythia Time too.

All manner of colourful blossoms

On trees and shrubs.

Cherry Blossoms abound.

Then a succession of buds

And flowerings.

In my garden alone

We have tall

Some leaning

Pye Plants (as I call them):

Rustic red, pink and white.

Beds of Geraniums,

Some Purple or Blue

Or wide-spreading pink.

My lawn

Decorated with daisies

And buttercups

And unknown bright orange flowers

So orange…

And not forgetting

Those bright yellow Dandelions:

Officially weeds (like Pye Plants)

Yet full of sun.

I take pictures of these each year

But the come out the same

Just about.

More wild Lavateras this time

Maybe

With fewer ferns

(White flowered).

But my trusty roses

Keep coming up with

The goods.

Petal curled within petal.

My beautiful Weigela

Or maybe Abelia

Stands proud

In my back garden

Beneath the Cotoneasters.

A kaleidoscope of blossoming flowers

All attended by swarms

Of humming bees –

An orchestral murmur

Punctuated often

By squabbling sparrow twitterings

And blackbird badgerings.

Sacred gardens

To slumber down in.

Paul Butters

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