Hummingbird Hawk Moth

Hummingbird Hawk Moth

Chipping & whipping from blossom to blossom
Constantly dipping, the nectar to sip.
Little brown moth with your whirring wing beat
Humming and hovering you hang on the air.
Wings all ablur, your proboscus you dip
Riding the breeze with never a care.
Regular as clockwork, every two hours
To take your refreshment from nectar filled flowers.

the path

Glimpse at Jackson's Wold Farm


Shaved meadow grasses invite you to walk to the glimpse at the end of the way
Skirting the geese that eternally peck at the greenery throughout the day.
Rusty and brown, created from wire they beckon you ever more near
To see how the sculptor has fashioned this beautiful pair, you can walk by without any fear.

Grasses arustle dance and sway with the breeze
Big white dog daisies are buzzing with bees.
To sit on the bench, what a treat when the weather's so hot
To find a cool haven under the beech leaves, it's really a beautiful spot.

Gaze back down the ride as you sit and relax and think of the tearoom, so cool
Where a nice hunk of cake and a coffee are waiting.....
Oh! please, you're making me drool!!

Cygnets ahoy!

Mute swan cygnets at Kings Mill


Six little cygnets swimming to and fro
Soft and grey and downy, always on the go
Mother sails majestically
Fathers guarding too
Bunching up together just like he wants them too.
Emulating parents, heads beneath the flow
Six little cygnets always on the go.

Mother Nature's Handiwork

Mother Nature's handiwork I gaze,
Bees lolling drowsily through the summer days.
Droning busily they hum
Portents of bounties yet to come.
The barley ripening in the fields
Farmers eagerly await their yields.
Patchwork quilt of earthy hues,
Cloudy skies of myriad blues.
A rich and varied artist she
Paints from her palette for all to see.
Greens, browns and golds her harvest key
With added blues of textured skies
A masterpiece before our eyes.

cochin haiku

cochin cockerel


pretty buffy grey
scarlet comb upon your head
cochin walks away

clucky chuntering
scrabbling in the dirt filled grooves
happily scratching

pretty feathered feet
scritchy scratchy claws find food
sharp beak pecks it up

feathery plumage
softly ruffled in the breeze
see the colours play

sharp eyed strong and quick
magnificent cockerel king
of all you survey