Snowdrop, little Snowbell what is coming next?

Humble and delicate

little bell of white,

you are beginning to bloom

and it is with delight

I welcome you

to this sunny day,

a treat for sure

as winter’s cold eases

your flowering bulb pleases

all who pass by

in the wilderness garden,

oh, there you are

I beg your pardon!

You are so quiet and somewhat shy

and don’t call out to passers-by.

What I see

when I look at you

is a purity,

dressed in a gentle way,

a joy to see you there today.

I don’t know where this message sits,

it seems unusual as I write

and I have no idea

what’s coming next,

just like life

I guess, I guess.

Just accept each day

a gift

and if it rains,

so be it!

If it’s mild, warm and bright

yes, let’s show gratitude

and true delight.

Every moment is,

as every moment is,

and welcome life in every second

it’s here for us

as the Snowbell beckoned

me across to say 'Gidday',

let’s walk the path

in a celebratory way.

(Written with the first Snowdrop – Snowbell flower on June 27, 2013)

The light is golden

The light is golden,

the light is pure

the answers come

to you for sure.

There is no need

to race right off,

time and space is ever here,

take a rest yourself this year.

Take your time to heal so deeply,

share your space with your little friend

and have no fears

about her end.

And loved ones here

and on the other side

are looking over

at all you do

just keep open

to continue to

do your writings

their streaming through…..

So here and now

is all you have

to release the past

and bring in joy

to fill everyday

and you my friend

leave time to play.

The answers come,

they always do

so keep the faith

and trust your call

there is eternity

here for all…..

Simplicity in a star

Miss Daphne calls me over

to enjoy her scent

and know for sure

that all we ever dream comes true

with fragrance here to bring delight

and the softness shows for all to see

the gift of nature is truly free.

So for all who need a cheery lift,

come over to Daphne

and enjoy a whiff!

Simplicity in a star

perfume in the air,

the frosted petals

the colour of love......

a winter delight

that comes into bloom

when the cloudy cold days

do sometimes bring gloom.

But here in the garden,

the garden of scent,

I know there’s a heaven

and I do feel content.

Daphne is gorgeous,

jonquils divine,

winter-sweet is spicy

and honeysuckle sublime….

and here in my garden

with my lavender friend

I’ll enjoy my perfumed days

until spring comes along

and freesias and roses

will be singing their song…….

(These verses were written with Daphne odora)

Singing for Joy

Clear and fresh,

and wonderful too

I greet you today

to say how-do-you-do……

Oh I am well

and I feel clear

and I am organizing my space

to bring good cheer……

to create clarity

and joy through and through.

Yes I am working to clear old piles,

and bring messages to print

as that is I think

the best way to share these lines

and open myself to much that is new,

to bring more communications ‘through’.

‘Through’, you say,

and you certainly believe

they come from nature,

not stored up your sleeve!

Hee!! hee!! ha!! ha!!

they travel by air

and arrive in your ears

without a fanfare.

Easy for you

as they come as our gift

for all your belief

and all the deep faith.

We share our joys

and simplicity with you

so you may feel brightened

and surely enlightened……..

As you do know

and so do we,

we live all around

but are rarely seen…….

we bring you a song,

a verse, or a lift,

we bring you wonder

as a daily gift…..

we love to see you gardening ,

and playing guitar

is a good thing for you

and music is present

and coming right in

and we will be happy

when we hear you sing!

Oh gosh, oh gee,

I can do many things,

but singing is something

I need to develop,

let me hum, as I strum

and the lyrics will come….

let me go with the flow,

bring the emotional strings

the dobra, the depth,

the yearning, the tune,

the mandolin singing

from the heart of it’s centre,

and thank you dear devas

for being my mentor…….

for all of your verses,

and choruses indeed

I know my songwriter

is blessed with your spirit

so I with my ears

will put my heart in it…

So soon is my song,

and soon is your whistle,

the breeze will bring music,

the road will bring travel

and songs in my head

will certainly come

and I will have help

to bring the best in

and I will have help

to help me just sing……

Yes sing as you’re traveling

and moving along,

and we’ll hum you a tune

so call it a song…..

Sniff Italian Lavender,

enjoy your day

and type merrily

is all that we say….

Finger pick the strings,

and type on the keys…..

patiently waiting,

your song’s on the breeze…….

the lyrics will come

with the lightness of us

so songs will spiral

and delight will be found

as a melody will clearly, clearly sound.

(Written with Italian/Spanish Lavender)

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