First Blooms
drawn forth by warm sunrays tender rosebuds unfurl for old friendships rekindled and new friendships that bloom
drawn forth by warm sunrays tender rosebuds unfurl for old friendships rekindled and new friendships that bloom
vital energies of strengthening sunlight drive downpours that drench an awakened landscape in life affirming waters, droplets tumbling through thunderous air, spirits of the elements combining in passionate consummation Does anyone else see a freaky face in those clouds or is it just me? This post is for day 341 of 365 Days Wild.
verdant growth,
fresh, electric, vital,
thrilling senses to awaken … More Spring Paths
for the bluebells celebrate their ephemeral existences upon the land of bone and creeping earthworm, drawing life from amidst death, drawing hope from amidst pain: nature’s joy surrounding cold stone On day 345 of 365 Days Wild I walked the loop of lanes around the outskirts of the village. It was cloudy, but the sun … More Celebrations of Life
take time to weep for what is gone,
for what has fallen by the wayside, grieve
each petal torn to earth by uncaring storms, … More Weep
On day 327 of 365 Days Wild I walked down to the dandelion filled nature project.
find me there among the
flowers, where the bees
and the butterflies dwell … More Among the Flowers
can you hear the sound of ringing bells, summoning quickening spirits to frolic in sunbeams scattered by a fickle sun, with wings aflutter, paired pirouettes arise in twining flight to a sound embodying joy On day 305 of 365 Days Wild I spent some time with the first bluebells of the year that are just … More The Chiming of Bells
On day 299 of 365 Days Wild I ventured out for a walk along the wild and windy local lanes. … More Spirits of the Air
On day 291 of 365 Days Wild there were raindrops on the petals of the Spring garden flowers. … More Spring Rain
On day 277 of 365 Days Wild I spotted my first daisy of the year whilst out on a nature walk.
as days tread steadily on in uneasy repetition of denied impetus; when the urge to move, to get up and go, builds with the warmth of the strengthening sun; as a longing to explore new places, to tread new ground, to see new faces, grows * the time will come soon * for now, plant … More Denied Impetus
captivated in crystal:
paths dividing, leading
into unknown futures … More Captivated in Crystal
blithe merriment
glimmers on sunrays,
teasing the land to awaken … More The Maid of Spring
On day 262 of 365 Days Wild I ventured out for a walk around the village lanes. … More Of Rainbows, Daffodils and Signs of Spring
I spent day 261 of 365 Days Wild sat on a bench beside the pond. … More Beside Pooling Waters
find
me where
the three ways meet … More Three Ways
On day 259 of 365 Days Wild it felt like Spring … More Away, Dark Winter
walk your paths
beneath winter’s watchful gaze with
feeling no judgement, merely acceptance … More Watchful Gaze
hearts of ice still love,
even awaiting the thaw … More Frozen Heart
angelic wings
wisp across blue skies,
the spirit of Winter in graceful flight … More Spirit of Winter
as chill days bury hopes of self expression beneath drifting snowflakes and icicle sharp winds slice deep, raking with claws of unavoidable hardship, then inner strength blooms with the deceptive fragility of snowdrops, for a beautiful soul can still flourish even in the bitter grip of adversity The sight of flowers in the snow is … More Flowers in Snow
I dream of a world
where sunbeams and
snowflakes coexist … More Sunbeams and Snowflakes
new life tiptoes in,
bursts of colour amidst wintry
monochromes: frolicking through sunbeams … More Tiptoe
hooked claws tear at icy constraints, captive souls, eager for freedom, awaiting warmer days sure to come Day 237 of 365 Days Wild was cold and frosty, but sadly lacking in the snow that seemed to fall everywhere except our little corner of Nottinghamshire. There were a few wonderful little baby icicles trying to grow … More Icicle Claws
On day 236 of 365 Days Wild I spent some time in the little woodland area beside the pond and dyke. … More Woodland Magic
fresh petals sway … More Snowdrop Dawn
a crescent of growth from a soul that refuses to be defeated … More Crescent
exult in the power of the wild
spirits of the air as they scour
through with cleansing fervour … More As the Wild Winds Blow
slow down,
find patience,
for the Earth whispers
“soon” … More Soon
paused,
like droplets hanging
suspended in delicate pendants … More Droplets
now we wait
for the lengthening day,
for the strengthening sun,
for the warming breeze … More Now We Wait
Day 216 of 365 Days Wild began with the sight of a beautiful rainbow against the dull, grey sky, viewed over the field behind our house. … More Of Rainbows and Blackbirds
in an array of frosted petals,
Summer dreams are tightly held
within Winter’s icicle grasp … More In Winter’s Grasp
let my feet carry me out along
evergreen pathways to where sunbeams
dance amidst frosted leaves … More Sunbeams and Evergreen
weep for the fallen,
for the forgotten,
for the lost … More Weep
Day 175 of 365 Days Wild began with a morning walk down to the meadow. … More Amidst the Dewdrops
crystalline futures glimmer
amidst scraps of lives torn
into freefall by bitter winds … More Crystalline
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Amanda Tuke - writer: nature, people, places
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