Butterfly in the Garden

Garden, Insects, Poetry

Bringing a flash of colour
from the movement of its wings
the sight of them landing on the greens
oh what joy it brings

like windows of brightness
they appear on the green
having grown from caterpillars
mostly unseen

with wings translucent it passes by
it brings to the watcher a smile
who watches as in the air it flies
and stays in the garden a while

rainbows flutter as it moves round the green
stopping on a leaf where it can be seen
enjoying the sunshine whilst out in flight
and resting on plants at the dark of night

And while you see them flying about
their eggs have landed on plants – don’t shout
for caterpillars from eggs will grow
and soon new butterflies will be on show

Colourful insects that fly through the air
bringing a smile to those who are aware
keeping the flowers in garden a go
as they flutter round colours, to and fro

In other words – Peanut Butter II

Acrostic, Poetry

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Photo credit: Mabel Amber, still incognito… from Pixabay.

Scraping the content from around the brim

While the jar of delight moves in the breeze

It’s manna from heaven for this master of flight

Now clinging on the chains in happiness as the

Green bird gets his fill in the garden

Ballerinas

Flowers, Garden, Photography, Poetry

Salford 12th September 2019

Ballerinas : Painting by Inky using Painter Essentials 6


They woke up one spring morning,
at the light of the sun
Bobbing around in a gentle breeze
their dancing – just begun

Over the long grass and daisies they dropped
as their coloured dresses flipped and flopped
and as they danced round in the wind
the daisies waited for the breeze to recind

Duetting with the dandelions
as their seed just flew away
wondering who – apart from the wind
that they would like to play

Pink and purple parading in pairs
above a daisy covered shower
among the blades of fresh green grass
a wonderful coloured flower

Bluebells

Flowers, Nature

Another scribble for the coloryourworld month by inky.

Artwork by Inky – created in painter from google stock art

Birds follow the noise of these colourful flowers

Lightly swaying in the spring breeze

Under the cover of a spruce they’re spread

Enjoying the protection from the passing showers

Beautiful colours to please the eye

Encompassing the area around the tree roots

Launching into a dance routine – upon arrival of the Bees and Butterflies

Landing on the flowers to collect the nectar

Summer Break

Holidays

Sitting in the garden

Playing with a ball

As Mum or dad

Call out – from beyond the hall

Excitement awaits – we’re off to the museums!

Down goes your head – you don’t want to see ’em

Of course, its not like you’re grateful – you’ve been there before

Up with your classmates – till gone half past four

The holidays are for fun – out in the fresh air!

! You’ll be going somewhere sunny soon – but you don’t care! !

Tale of a tree

Garden, Poetry

Salford, 5th July 2019

A piece of poetry, taken from my repository on Allpoetry.com

The rotten apple of the bunch,
was saved from sentence of th’bin
it was placed inside a plot of soil
and kept warm there and in.

Now Children wondered – would it grow,
with loads of apples there in tow?
Dad he watered plot every day
So apple could try to make its way

And as the apple started to root,
from out of the ground – popped up a shoot
the apple had started its journey to be
a lovely fruitful apple tree

And leaves and branches started to take
as Dad and Children round tree did rake
and then one day – as the sun it did rise
the family had a fruity surprise!

Little Green apples hung from the tree,
occasionally pecked by a bird or a bee
these would grow – and time would fly
and then the apples – would end in a pie!