a little bit of norfolk squit from Bullfer Grove
Gods and Goddesses
here I’m surrounded by little gods
the ones that don’t need me – wren
and thrush worship them, voices across
field and tree. My dog is inhabited
by them, her long glossy neck and
cocked ears tell me so, she’s listening
to them, head in the sun. The climbing roses
and wild ones that loop sharp stems
have them in their buds, just swelling,
and in their thorns. We meet them in the
green lane when there’s no-one about
dressed in bridal flowers and trembling
new leaves, in the wood they tower
tossing wild cherry blossom down
and on the ground they mist among
the bluebells, ringing hanging heads
heavy with dew.
Said, on April 22nd, 2019 at 5:51 am :
Simply lovely Jane. Hey people! get close to Mother Nature, bide awhile, fill your senses and you will feel their presence too.
Said, on April 22nd, 2019 at 6:53 am :
oh thank you Sue 🙂
Said, on April 22nd, 2019 at 11:33 am :
Great – such perfect photos and words 🙂
Said, on April 24th, 2019 at 7:00 am :
Spring captured in beautiful words.