On the hydrangeas

the weight of the morning sun

the evening sun


weeding dandelions  -
his white head
amongst white heads
dog biscuits
scattered over the path
slug frenzy
still flowering merrily
wet summer

we yearned for the
Forest of Arden but found
just an allotment
dead conifer
becomes a support for bindweed
white trumpets
portrait of a humble bee
happy embracing the rose
could be karma
like birds of paradise
scarlet heads
unripe cherries
already eaten by a thrush
she starts on the raspberries

red columbine

DianART / Diana Teneva's blog: red columbine:

I mage credits: Jo-Ann Ordano
© California Academy of Sciences

five sepals of
a red columbine –
garden candles
and the whine of brick cutters
building site curses
crow squawks
in the early morning light
cat fight
quiet by the gardenia...
quinceaƱera moon
a distant motorcycle
penetrated the darkness
a fox's bark
summer vacation  -
summer journey
between glittering columns
of midges
dogs barking
in the early hours
catflap rattles
yesterday's summer
fades slowly into grey
a dead sparrow
after the night rain
last of the raspberries
incessant rain
keeps the bees away
fruit goes unpollinated

midday - already 
twilight under this
July sky
slipper orchids
invade the back garden
weed control


muggy days
the  nearby river's breath
rolls by
..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
a scream
echoes through the night air
mating foxes
night sky
turns from pink to grey
gentle rain
dawn crow
complains about the rain
cold bed
scattered by cherries
open windows
ladies' slippers
flower profusely
greenhouse brambles
of purple buddleia
among the raspberries
Two tanka for my mother

in wooden armchair
my mother no longer knits
slip, stitch and pass
the piece she made wholeheartedly
was raising a wayward son

the meaning of getting old
my mother told me about
hair loss
I realize how hard it is
to say an early goodbye
next door's chickens
make a morning presence
his dogs bark

yellow roses
fade into watercolours
cherries ripen

Soft dawn

dawn softly creeping
through bedroom window
with a smile
this vacation morning
lavender spikes
perfume through rain-washed air
garden mint
picked over by blackbirds
and the odd guest
among the dripping leaves
and tiger lilies
an aeroplane
fades into the distance
the hiss of rain
tipping the rose
to smell  -
cascade of rainwater
long iris leaves
floating in the pond
silent frog
hanging off the leaves
an orange geum
rescued from a dump
flowers profusely

there is nothing
of the pigeon - but a
garden of grey feathers
a chill wind
the cat stares outside
hoping for sunshine
tangles up the hyssop