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 Dec 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
It seemed like the pink rose
Would stay out forever
Swaying over the path
In the damp December air.

The garden was in disarray
With a multitude of debris
Left from Autumn
Green covering of growing.

But the pink rose did not tire
Sought in its shrivelled  beauty
The thirst of the rain fall
And moments of crisp sunshine.

Love Mary ***
In memory of David Austin rose grower who died
This week.Wonderful man
Love Mary ***
 Dec 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
I dangle like the Willow tree
Few of leaf and spiralling
The dance of the finalists
Caught in Winter sneeze.

So much beauty holds on
Asters like gold buttons
Scarlet hollyhock flower
So swished by rain drops.

Of Purple leaf cherry plum
Bringing Spring’s first blossom
Branches brushed in white
Against a colbalt cold sky.

Love Mary ***
Purple leaf cherry plum tree.
Ornamental; has a few inedible fruits in Summer, Autumn.
Grows prolifically even when over fifty years old.
Prune hard every year or two.
 Dec 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
I like hedges long, short, slim, wide
Curving round bends on ends
It has to be Privet, smells divine
Like a strange type of wine.

Outside mansions or on council estates
Scruffy and woody where leaves flake
Cut into chickens or kangaroo topiary
Covered in Christmas lights at night.

I just love Hedges.

Love Mary **
 Nov 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
When walls cover themselves in ribbons and trailing
Restore hope so children take hands and play their pipes
And run with ropes on sideways to seek out spiders
To watch the rabbits in burrows cry hide.


Love Mary xxxx
 Nov 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
The orange leaves on viridian  
Dripping trails of season shade
Tangerine carpet sweeps path
Roads runs on a white stripe.


Oh such making of nature in change
Birds find mellow mist on their wing
And firecrackers zoom towards skies
Where the bonfires explode and burn.

Love Mary ***
 Nov 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
Cascades of red in Hedgehog Houle
The beginning of Autumn falls over
And breaks the greenest in morning
We pass the church arched doorway
And the hawthorn berries brightest.

Walking the steady step in this day
Finding the bend the windy winds
Show me little Alfie in his nestling
For love carries everything trusting
This pathway of flowing memories.

Love Mary **
 Nov 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
Truth

Autumn and her berries come

Bringing warmth oh fire crave

Embers to the summer gone

A vision life takes
Mortals look for free

Tomorrow green on green we see

Not a dream
TRUTH
This was written by Pam for me .Love and thank you Mary xxxx
 Nov 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
I will walk with you
Down the beauty of this world
Holding on to you
As we gather conker shells.

We will find each day
Filling up the sun
Where the harvest mouse
Sings a harvest song.

I will climb with you
The green hill in the glade
Watching for your shadow
Bouncing free and still.

We will be together
As we pass the church
Faithful friends forever
Even if it hurts .

Love Mary
**
 Nov 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
He bent now low on folded flanks
With ***** and rake at near side hand
The wrench from earth he pulled as man
Of last years shooting stem to bin.

Love Mary x
 Nov 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
In the middle stopped by the breeze
A collection of colourful annual seeds
Filled out a butler sink wrestling with time
Solitary, silently completing seasonal rhyme
Regular rhythms of perpetual chime.

Love Mary x
 Nov 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
Little crown of gold resting on green
Each floret a circular gem, a princess
A friend, healer sustainer, nature into
Flower laid in the grasses as I walk by.

Love Mary ***
 Nov 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
Let winter be me in harvest fairy breast
No dipping of moon to touch the sky
For undo I can’t the flower and bud
And shallow in my journey do fly .

By Mary ***
 Sep 2018
Mary Gay Kearns
In Summer when the dew lays down
And fragrance sears the sky on high
We walk where yellow cowslips dine
And we go so slow.

Love Mary **
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