Looking out to Avalon
An eternal sunlit plain reaches
Out to the shroud of purple haze
Out from the orchards in bloom
Still platinum-flooded fields
Sit sagging in the sun
In the turquoise tree edged bowls
On the patchwork of Godney Moor
Green leaves hang, blue or golden
In the stained glass dappled light
They shine, ornamental green faces
On the branches spread like pointed finger.
Butterfly petals flutter, vanish
Into the warm, scented grass
French horn curved branches sing, carefree now
But will, one day, sag with fire bright apples.
Blossom and apples
I unleash a bomb of blossom
And it soars off in the breeze
A single bee flies onto my petals
Then returns to its hive
What is this below me ?
Some humans resting from the heat
Down below my blossom filled branches
Long grass grows creeping up on me !
My blossom has gone now
But tasty new apples have grown on me !
Humans picking thankfully
A Blossom Orchard
As I sit I see
A pencil line a pencil of blue drawn across a meadow
A bee gathering nectar, doing the flower a favour
Birds flying to their young
And as I see these I think
How wonderful nature is
To make animals fly
For the dainty white blossoms
To perch on a branch
like pretty maidens
and how old, old trees can look
with their long thick branches
Forming shadowed dens to hide in
The dazzling sun reflected
Off a mirror lake.
The leaves ware waving
"hello" they seem to say
come and see our orchard
explore our dens
and smell the dainty maids of pink
on our branches
Cows of cream smooth brown
And pitch black
And their coats shine in the sun
This meadow has been the same for 100 years
And as the sun pours onto the field
I don't want it to change.
Fields of yellow and green
Surround me in a sea of colours,
Birds gaily play in a world of clouds
Hills reach the fluorescent sun
Flowers dance in the gentle morning breeze
Shadows form under blossom filled trees
Bees sing their familiar song
While tickling the cotton wool like petals
Sky so blue holds frisps of cloud
Cockerels sing and cows graze
Insects zap across the sky
Aeroplanes make journeys to distant worlds
Petals slowly falling onto a bed of swaying grass
Chimneys puff smoke so white
Swaying crunching stillness -
Blossom starts its journey in the daisy sun
Snoozing in a powerful pink
Then waking up to the world in white
Waiting for the bees to suck
For the trees to sneeze in a beautiful breeze.
Who are they ?
Why are they here ?
Looking at me so close
They try to find every detail
A powerful sea of green and pink
Beautiful white, majestic violet
Sunburst yellow and triumphant lilac
Rosy Pink and burning scarlet
All under the blueberry sky.
Look down the orchards into the fields
Venturing to a sparkling lake
Through bush, through grass and over mound
Listening to the many sounds
Repeated singing of birds and bees
Blossoms and branches rustling on the breeze
The passing of a distant plane
Flies on cows stick out plain
The rumbling of a distant tractor
A helicopter becomes louder and louder
To hear these sounds just stop and listen
And all these sounds will begin to glisten.