SUMMER TRAILS
Enjoy the abundance of heavenly trailers adoring every fence, old wall and hedgerow in the early days of Summer as the flowers come into full bloom
Soldier Beetle
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.
Red Admiral Butterfly
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 Bee
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.
Hover Fly
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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Burnet Moth
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.
Cotton Thistle
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.
Flower Crab Spider
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.
Sleeping Snails
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.
Gold Ringed Dragonfly
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.
Busy Bee
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.
Sacred Snail
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.
Daisy Trap
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.
Ladybird Bridge
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.
Copper Coloured Beetles
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.
Over the Bridge
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.
Fallen Tree
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.
Rain Soaked
Rain soaked, dying down,
Leaves fallen on an old bough,
An ancient tree, bright with moss,
Nature's sponge, in effervescent green.
Moss on Wood
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.
White Feather
White feather floating from a cloudy sky,
Down to the ground on an old leaf pile,
Caught by the sunshine, it shines like silk,
In neatly lined barbs, the colour of milk.
Conker Season
The perfection of Nature is such a joy,
Two perfect conkers in a spiky shell,
Patterned like wood with the shiniest coat,
Autumn is wonderful, a season of note.
Red Leaf
Leaves scattered on a grassy bank,
Fallen, one by one, in gently spinning circles to the ground,
To settle in a colourful array of yellows, reds and browns,
Nature's fanfare, in patterns, pictures and the softest sounds.
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