Yellow ladybird –
That I cannot photograph ~
Exploring my ‘phone.
Tag: Summer
Methodical bee –
Visits each of the flowers ~
Even damaged ones.
Sit far from the house –
Deep down in my book, hedges ~
Thrum of my sparrows.
Baby sparrows cheep –
Wood Pigeon’s unfinished song ~
Making lunch outside.
#240/365
Holiday ending –
Have not managed to switch off ~
Until this moment.
#238/365
Waves on a Wednesday-
I sit on a pile of rocks ~
Made in older seas.
#237/365
The last parking space –
First ice lolly in ages ~
I’m easily pleased.
#234/365
An audacious snail –
Sits drunk on my dahlias ~
I leave him to it.
#232/365
Annual hedge cut –
Riddled with bloody briars ~
But blackberries too.
#227/365
A washout summer –
Nothing to look forward to ~
Flowers seem happy.
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