Knight in white shining armour
I humbly offer thanks for
Rescuing me from storm’s grip.
Although wind did whirl and whip,
With torrential rain pouring.
Chill of sodden clothes gnawing;
Welcome sight to see your face.
Now dry in warmth of your embrace.
The title could just as easily read good evening, blossom too.
There were three trees in the backyard when we moved in almost one year ago. The tree fern was already dead, the pine tree quickly followed, and the ficus-like one above had been heavily pruned. For the past couple of weeks bees have been busily collecting from clusters of creamy white flowers. The humming sound and being showered with pollen while sitting at the table below has been a rare treat.
Black, white and ochre
Created in Paper 53, edited in Instagram for iPad
Pure white
Five figured proud
Earth light
Far from a cloud
The dark green leaves, red stems and sparkly flowers caught my eye. The bee was a pleasant surprise.
Anyplace I hang my hat,
Is where my heart is;
Homeward bound
A close up version of picture I posted just over a year ago
Two boys aged nine and six put on purple velvet trousers and shirts with a small floral motif in shades of purple, lilac and lavender against a white background.
Glimpses of a cold Sping morning can be seen through rivulets in the condensation collecting on metal framed windows.
As page boys they make their way to the Church of the Redeemer, Hagley Road, with three bridesmaids dressed in full length pale lavender gowns. The bride wears white satin; white daisies encircle her waist, form the puff sleeves of the dress and are scattered on the veil.
A chill grey urban scene provides the backdrop for an unhappy decade and a half of marriage.
Our roses are white,
Petals feather light
Our roses are red,
Is it now we wed?
