The Gnat

A gnat lived in a bromeliad
Thinking for his life he was glad
But a breeze knocked the plant to the ground
And from then our gnat friend found
That from then until this day
All the wee guy could say
“For all I have lost I am sad”

Dinner

A devious old pitcher plant
Said to the brash young ant
“Step into my bell
It’s really quite swell
You won’t want to leave I grant!”

Hanging Baskets

Bursting explosions
Scatting petals in midair
Like floral fireworks

Fields of Colour

The stalks of green wave
Coloured flowers blown in the breeze
Oceans of new life

Lived In

Gnarled and knobbly
Wrinkled and old
The cork bark twists many a fold
The bark grows faser than the tree
A sign that it’s ‘lived in’ you see

Sentinels

Amid the green of the veg-patch
Sunflowers stand guard
Their golden faces following the sun

Bees

Working bees
Constantly collecting for the good of the hive
Taking the odd nip of honey for themselves

Wine in the making

Fruits of the vine
Riping steadily in the glasshouse heat
Awaiting only time
And the patient hand of the vintner
To bring for baccanalian delights

Lily

From a deep mire
Bubbling pits of fetid muck
A glorious blossom grows

Feeding Frenzy

Under an Iron bridge
Drawn to cast of bread pieces
Fish feed in frenzy