Capturing the beauty, bounty, abundance of Nature during the harvest season as the air starts to cool, the nights start to draw in and the the sun shines lower in the sky.
An armoured beetle soldiers on,
A force of life in the heat of the sun,
Long and slender with leatherlike wings,
Polllinating flowers in the early spring.
Magnificent butterfly with black velvet wings,
I see your white spotted tips and bright orange bands,
A welcome migrant from northern climes,
A symbol of transformation, joy and happy times.
Honey scented matico, a magnet for bees,
Bright orange ball flowers attract them with ease,
Bursting with nectar and pollen to please:
A delicious scent on a gentle breeze.
Hamless hoverfly, gardener's friend,
A suit so glossy with striking bands,
With wings that hover at impossible speeds,
This skilled deceiver mimics bees.
Feeding on aphids, bugs and thrips,
Pollinating flowers where're she goes,
Like a hornet but with larger eyes and lack of sting,
The stunning belted hoverfly is a beautiful thing.
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A red spotted moth found on the dunes,
Resting on a striking Viper's-Bugloss bloom,
Glossy black with six spots on its long, narrow wings,
Slowly fluttering in and around the reeds.
Head down and diving in,
A bee loves nectar rich thistles like these,
They are bright and lucious and sweet as can be,
With fine cotton hairs on their stems and leaves.
Without a web to catch its food,
The flower crab spider sits and broods,
Laying in wait for an insect, moth or bee,
To land on the flower where they come to feed.
Tiny lemon snail sleeping under a leaf,
Not far from the sea on a sandbar reef;
Tucked up closely to an accommodating friend;
Safe and cosy as the wind blows and the leaves bend.
A riverland wonder from the southern glades,
On her way to her breeding place,
Resting to gather warmth in the sun,
Before going on her way.
Fast and angile, sleek and strong,
With stunning markings in black and gold,
Her beauty would be hard to replace,
A living symbol of elegance, happiness, peace and grace.
A bee can travel ten miles a day to gather food,
Sweet nectar and pollen to feed her brood,
Never a moment's rest for this busy bee,
A joy to hear and a delight to see.
Slow to move but steady and true,
Snails know which way to go,
Carrying their home in their spiral shells,
Reminding us to take our time and consider our decisions well.
In the light of the sun and the heat of the day,
An invisible flower crab lies in wait,
Ready to pounce on some passing prey,
Any bee or bug that happens to come his way.
Imagine a ladybird crossing a road,
A hazardous journey if truth be told,
This little one has a better fate,
A nice steady walk on a sturdy gate.
Beetles know the right way to go,
Come rain or shine or sleet or snow,
They come to caution us from making haste,
To remind us to take the time we need or wait.
It's easy to overlook the little things,
The wisdom they share and the comfort they bring,
Beetles remind us that patience is good,
Be sure to look out for them out in the woods.
An old ancient tree, felled by a storm,
Crashed to the ground but life doesn't end there,
Roots deep, new shoots and bark decaying,
Food, nourishment and shelter for Nature's creatures.
Pausing on the bridge, river rippling beneath,
Sunshine dappled trees and birds singing,
Looking out to the fields, wet with rain, glistening,
Beling close to Nature, heart singing.
A fern's spores, perfect in diminishing size and space,
Ancient in miraculous form and function,
Ripening slowly under leafy green fronds,
Through Winter to the Spring season.
A beautiful crisp, sunny day,
Ideal for exploring, along rivers, across fields,
Then into the woods, on a path soft with fallen leaves,
Birds singing brightly in the trees.
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Rain soaked, dying down,
Leaves fallen on an old bough,
An ancient tree, bright with moss,
Nature's sponge, in effervescent green.
Nature's fruits are everywhere,
On the ground, in hedgerows and trees,
These tiny pine cones, miniature swirls,
Bring seeds and life, and pleasure to me.
An apple feast for bugs and beetles,
For hungry birds and other creatures,
Never wasted, never not appreciated,
By wildlife who frequent here for the season's healthy pickings.
Beautiful trails of berries,
Bright red and full of goodness,
For birds and a host of wildlife,
At the end of the Autumn season.
Wild mushrooms on slender stems,
Grounded in the Earth, poised for the light,
So delicate and pale, a miracle of life,
Found on woodland floors through the cooler months.
Sunshine and rain, a delicious mix of Nature's finest things,
Leaves fall to the ground, in an artwork of colour, profound,
As the natural world in a cycle of texture and sound,
Brings love and light to our world.
An old log soaked in rain,
Home to bright green moss and Turkey Tail,
Fungi fanned in shell-like shelves,
As pretty as a picture.
Waking up to a beautiful day,
Sun shining brightly through the trees,
Blue sky framing the golden leaves,
Take it all in, and breathe.
The joy of sunshine on a crisp November morning,
Dappled light through the trees, glorious,
A clear blue sky, magnificent, memorable,
As the last of the golden leaves dance, victorious.
Beautiful berries in stunning pink,
A wonder of Nature, a songbird's treat,
So pretty in clusters of pearl-like globes,
Bright in the sunshine, a message of hope.
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