Seasons By Flowers Poem by Mary Green

Natures Lead

Fold upon fold of vibrant white wings cluster together
Backs to the chilling wind, defeating the weather
Early Angels of spring they bring warmth to the heart
Disempowering the darkness of winter, tearing it apart

The Snowdropp – early spring


Flocks of blue hooded soldiers smother the ground
Saluting the trees, not uttering a sound
A tiptoe path through the sea of blue, leads the way
To a promise of summer, and time to make hay

The Bluebell – late spring



Lofty bells peel out witches potions, passing bees fall willing victims
Trumpets hide their naughty lotions, tempting hedonistic potions
Foxes frolic amidst the meadows, chasing tails and kissing fellows
Danger signs, don’t be fooled, snap not those heads, the Vixen bellows

The Foxglove – early summer


Born to survive and not disappoint
This woody little charmer will anoint
The senses of passing fauna with its tempting nectar
It’s victims fall drunken at the feet of the victor

Verbena – late summer


Charming swathes of vibrant colours swirl and spin
Dancing and hustling, competing to win
Plumes of joy climb walls and shutters
Long may they live, the household utters

Clematis – early autumn



Thrusting and jutting their scarlet javelins at the face of winter
Provocative and brave they foolishy splinter
The first strikes of chill and the soft whispers of frost
Are the first symptoms of winter, ignore at your cost

Salvia – late autumn




Slashes of red light up the hedges
Chaffinch and robins sit tight on their ledges
No-where to hide its partners lay bare
Shadowed by its radiance, they can only just stare

Red stemmed Dogwood – early winter


Tiny pink hearts cling to the wing
Here they will stay till the dawn of the spring
Betrayed only by their sweet perfume
There they perform, sweet fruits of the loom

Wintersweet – late winter