In pebble dash fields
Spring lambs frolic unaware
of the urban sprawl.
by Scooj
In pebble dash fields
Spring lambs frolic unaware
of the urban sprawl.
by Scooj
Resting in Spring sun
natural soft down pillow;
no synthetics here.
by Scooj
Hostile alien
ornamental, unwelcome
in the native lands.
by Scooj
A wedding present
bathed in glorious sunshine
I sit with eyes closed.
by Scooj
Cascading florets
casting out subtle purples
and pinks. And the scent.
by Scooj
River of blossom
sweet-scented and soft to touch
let me bathe in you.
by Scooj
After heavy rain
the smell, that wonderful smell
rises from the earth.
by Scooj
Spring temperatures
soar, stirring dormant slow worms
from languid slumber.
by Scooj
Killing time, waiting
for the rain to stop, choosing
what seeds to plant next.
by Scooj
The Bristol Rovers
roar carries on the light breeze
across the suburbs.
By Scooj