Spring Poem

 

Hello,

This week Spring arrived through mists and fog, every where I looked bursts of colour became visible in the gardens at Ragley.

I thought I would share with you a poem I wrote inspired by the changing seasons.

The Woods

The woods are sleeping a restless sleep.
Huge hands reach up and claw a polished sky.
Golden gowns lay rotted, devoured by the earth.
Trembling in icy winds they whisper in their creaks and cracks.
Exposed, raw wounds.
Listening for the bird song, inviting them to dance.
When heavens chorus begins the virgin buds will bloom.
Spring takes Winter and leads him back to bed.
The trees uplift their heavy sleepy heads.

Next week ( on Saturday) I am running a sketch and stitch workshop at Ragley Hall.
I'm hoping the weather will stay fair so we can make the most of the stunning landscapes, fingers crossed!

Spring Pictures

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The feel of spring is in the air and the sun is out today.

We had a lovely walk yesterday and we came across these snowdrops.

This gives me the opportunity to share this picture with you from my sketch book of a woodland scene.

I also finished my orange tree picture, I have backed it with fabric and added the vintage ribbon.

Such a beautiful shade of blue.

Of course it could still be framed if you wished.

I hope to add it to etsy to see if there is any interest, if not I will have it for a summer art exhibition.

Lets hope we have some more spring sunshine to lift our spirits.