Narcissi flicker
in the northerly breeze, adrift
on a sea of blue scilla.

The white gladiolus
opens in the summer sun,
a radiant bride.

At the paddock’s edge,
the quince trees bow with fruit
bright as Murano glass.

Above the frozen pond
framed by glowing rowan berries,
redwings take flight.

3 thoughts on “‘Seasons’

  1. Christinr

    What lovely photos and poems, Michelle. Did you take the pictures in S.A.? The close ups make me feel as though I could touch the flowers.

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