May gardening haiku

may gardening
starlings circle a blackbird
with a worm


may gardens
silver birch weeps the lake
lilies catch her tears

(Altamont)


may breeze
foxgloves freckled lips quiver
whistling a tune


herb garden
parsley passing thyme
In the sunshine


may noon
choir of campanula bells
buzz with bees

may gardening
starlings circle a blackbird
with a worm


may breeze
purple lupins point
dancing towards the sea


cloudless day
love in a mist
mirrors the sky


trees swish and sway
each leaf a different sound
breezy symphony


may afternoon
bees gather nectar
in honey sunshine


gardening break
in my mug of tea
the sun


grass cuttings
a swarm of bees nesting
in the compost bin


may sunshine
foxgloves freckled lips quiver
whistling the breeze

garden weeding
the scent of fennel still
on my hands


hedge clippings
in the wheelbarrow
autumn mixed with spring

Idyllic Altamont

http://audioboo.fm/boos/392624-idyllic-altamont

Old stone pillars flank the entrance
draped in ivy, brambles and weeds.
An avenue of copper beech
curves to an abandoned house,
where a peacock’s cry
resounds from purple walled gardens
at idyllic Altamont.

Weeping Aspens quiver
dappling sunlit walls.
A faded facade lies buried
under a myriad of trees,
vines meander the windows
and moss creeps the steps.

From the doorway,
a thick path spreads through lawns,
lined by pyramids of clipped box
sweeping beneath arches of Yew.
Trellised roses perfume the view
down to a lily clotted lake.

Swans with their young
forge a path through yellow lilies
dipping long necks into inky waters,
drifting warm sunshine.
Bird song fills the lake
lacing the trees with lilting melodies.

A woodland of Rhododendron,
gnarled branches of purplea and pinks
bracelet the lake,
leading down to a dank bog
swamped with giant rhubarb
and grassy reeds swishing the breeze.

A diverging path
twists to a gushing waterfall,
crashing into the river Slaney.
Dense dark Ash spiral
to a bright grassy clearing,
to intoxicating views
of the Blackstairs mountains.

A feast of surprises,
at each twist and turn
with a seat to sit and ponder.
A place of peace and beauty,
freedom to roam with nature
Oh How I long
to return to Altamont.