A bright maple leaf makes a startling autumn sight.

Flash Fiction: Maple Leaf

The maple leaf stops them. Its veiny palm invites examination, as peach and pale green cross shades. Autumn does this to maple leaves; scorns their attempts to cling onto their tree of birth, strikes them down, flattens their flame. And then, somebody finds the leaf, finds charm in its crown-like edges, its slight resemblance to thorns.

Heron.

Poetry – Heron

A solitary heron,
silver-grey, his stature great,
resides within the river village,
old man hunched and scouring.

Pebbles.

Poetry – Pebbles

Tricoloured pebbles,
the sand stepping-stones
of a shuffling huddle,
or shifting land –
a clinking crowd at ground.

The Poetry of Wildflowers

Dead Nettle,
the words have
a rattle. Death
should not belong
to soft lilac, or even
the green, wing-like
leaves that dress you,
coquettish weed.

Blackbird Chick.

The Blackbird and The Christening

Finding a blackbird chick in my garden seemed symbolic. It was the week before my daughter’s christening; she was napping and I had seized the time to wander on the grass. Wildlife often nestles at the edges of this vast stretch of green. I’ve seen frogs, rabbits and hedgehogs in the past. The chick was brown and fluffy and looked bigger than his parents. He had shiny black eyes and didn’t move as I squatted down beside him for a closer look. There is something so vulnerable and trusting about the young.

Grasshopper on doorstep.

Grasshopper, Caterpillar, Mushroom Cake!

It seems we have a friendly grasshopper, content to stretch out on our doorstep and chirp a greeting. Obviously, he doesn’t realise his size puts him in great danger of being stepped on! He’s so relaxed that my husband was able to take a very detailed close up of him.

Red and black butterfly.

Summer Micropoetry

July can be a heady month; pollen still strong, the sun burgeoning. So far, this July has been a little damp and cooler than expected, but as a hay fever sufferer, I’m not complaining at all! I’ve been busy observing nature and scribbling fragments of summer micropoetry.

mistle thrush

The Fearless Mistle Thrush

The mistle thrush is a proud character, who first came to my attention last spring. He is back again this year and hard to miss.

Inspiration in the Rain

Inspiration is a funny thing. It doesn’t always come from beauty or thrills. It can strike from a place where the sky is grey, the rain is continuous and the wind chills everything.

Hedgehog nestling amongst ivy and dead leaves.

Alive and Spiky! A Hedgehog Calls

Imagine the scene. My husband cheerfully mowing the lawn, when a sudden movement catches his eye. Is it a rat, a mouse with a mohawk? No, it’s a hedgehog. Cue, sigh of relief!

Reflections on Easter Walks and Wildlife

I’ve been enjoying a peaceful and reflective Easter, filled with walks and wildlife. It started with the sun on Good Friday, when hubs and I decided to revisit a favourite walk, last undertaken in May of 2012.

Spider Web pictured against a green, outdoor background

Performing Poetry, Chasing Spiders

I was performing poetry at Brewery Lane, Carrick-on-Suir last Friday. I was also battling a severe case of stage fright. Back when I ran a small publishing company called ‘Young Welsh and Poetic’, I read poetry regularly, for the most part at my own events, on my own terms.

The Story of Our Baby Swallow

We found a swallow in our garden last week, a baby swallow or fledgling. I’m not so sure he was ready to fledge but he found himself out of the nest all the same. Watching him flap his wings and cooing over his downy head (well, I cooed) we found ourselves arguing over what to call him.

Jimmy’s Forest: A Real Hoot

Jimmy Doherty, famed for his pig farming and links to Jamie Oliver has set himself a new woodland challenge, resulting in the Channel 4 programme: Jimmy’s Forest.

Wild Rabbits with Memories of Watership Down

I’ve been seeing wild rabbits everywhere, in people’s gardens, at the side of the road, emerging from woodland. None of them have been white or have caused me to fall into a pit and hallicinate so I think I’m safe enough 😉 .

Father’s Day: The Wisdom of a Wagtail

This year Father’s Day was bitter sweet. I didn’t get to spend the day with my Dad but I did come face to face with a wagtail who gave me the wisdom of wildlife.

A Mini May Summer

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got no problem with the sun.  It’s heat I have trouble with and here are five reasons …