Roots And Seeds

pixie Dell tree

Sun gold drips through green tipped fingers.

Autumn whispers in falling leaves.

Creaking boughs a carpet weave.

Listen to the forest breathe.

Sophia says go out and play,

follow your imagination,

whatever you can imagine

is enough for the day.

Published by maskednative

There is a gazebo at the end of the garden. It overlooks the estuary. When the tide is in, sea water pools around seaweed covered rocks. The sound is peaceful, meditative. I drink an early morning coffee, listen to the birds singing morning songs, watch a spider spin his fragile life between timber beams above my head. Even in the harshest of winters, the rise and fall of tides, sun-light on water, movement of sky, cloud, moon and stars, allows an awareness of nature behind the mask of perceived reality. I offer my words and pictures in celebration and gratitude to God, for allowing me a glimpse behind the mask. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Bio: Teri Flynn was born in Wales of Welsh and Irish Parents. Educated in England, she moved to Co.Waterford, Ireland in 1997 where her Poetry has since appeared in “The Turning Tide” – an anthology of new writing from Co.Waterford. “Southward” The Journal of the Munster Literature Centre and “Imagine” The Tallow Writers Group quarterly review. Her poetry appears in “Sticky Orchard”, a group effort with Alan Garvey, Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill and grant assisted by Waterford County Council’s Arts Grant Scheme. “Listening To The Grass Grow” with Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill was published by Edward Power at Rectory press and most recently, in ‘Murmurings’, Remembering Anthony O’Neil, with Jim O’Donnell and Alan Garvey. Her poem Queen Of The Sea was included in the Chesapeake Exhibition at RUH, Bath, 2011. Figurehead Carver, Andy Peters. Photographic display of Ship’s Figurehead Carvings by Richard Sibley – http://www.tallshipsgallery.com A themed display of her oil paintings and poems entitled Cynefin, were on display in Waterford during The Imagine Festival in 2017. Cynefin-pronounced kuh-nev-in is a Welsh word meaning habitat or place. A place where a being feels it ought to live, where nature around you feels right and welcoming.

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  2. The boughs have been creaking too today 🙂 as the wind picked up.. Love your poem and your image 🙂 Autumn is a wonderful Season… Each season has its own merits and I love each one when they arrive..
    I am loving blackberry picking right now, we have a long hedge of them around the shed of our allotments.. And I picked lots more this morning to freeze.. 🙂

    Wishing you a Blessed Week.. Love and Hugs .. Sue x

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  4. Teri, I am nominating you to take part in the 5 photo day challenge… You do not have to accept and you can post sporadically not on consecutive days..

    But as you already do this so beautifully anyway when you post I thought to share your wonderful poems and photo’s with more of my community 🙂 I do not have a link as its not yet posted until tomorrow Monday..

    Love to you.. Sue xxx ❤ But when it is I will be back with it..
    Hugs Sue x

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    2. Hi Sue, Apologies for my late reply, thank you for nominating me and also for your lovely compliments. I have had a busy week, my time taken over with unexpected stuff, all ok, but no time for being anywhere near creative, perhaps next week I may be able to rise to the challenge.
      Have a lovely weekend, all best to you xxx Teri

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