Rustling leaves tell of your presence:
Red admirals glides in your arms.
Trees put on their top hats,
Cabbage whites flutter, children play.
A bronze beetle scurries as a football lands.
Bumble bees skims a green sea
Artic poppies kiss like washing on a line.
Children playing under summer heat.
Cotton wool and Spindrift clouds.
Silver beeches sway like Niagara Falls.
Sparrows call, Hoverflies hover.
Nestling finches work:
In the shadows a cat glares.
A walker passes like wood smoke.
Lambs bleat with hunger.
A Robin perched:
Spouting oaks: Offering hope.
Friends no longer present:
In memory of Irene’s mother Ruth, who has quietly left this world