Shampoo for showering
and bubbles for bathing
soap to make suds
and a razor for shaving.
Layers of lather
on water are sloshing
bath salts for scent
and a flannel for washing.
A brush for your hair
and a lotion for skin,
pretty smelling perfume
and a  dainty hair pin.
Pretty green trees sway in the breeze
and misplace some of their well formed leaves,
Tall and strong, majestic and stately
So full of life, though looking bare lately,
A bite in the wind, a turn in the weather
and their newly browned leaves drop like feathers,
They dry in the cold air and crunch under foot
they’re raked into piles but won’t stay where they’re put,
The wild wind scatters them far afield
and for all sorts of creatures they become bedding and meals,
Every autumn this shedding occurs
but then every spring we see the reverse,
The trees gain new coverings and become green once again
an object of beauty, admired by men.
Ladies that lunch
have tea by the pot
cakes and sandwiches
in their best pressed frocks,
Ladies that lunch
on salad they munch
with vinegar to dress
and croutons to crunch,
Ladies that lunch
converse through brunch
with flowers on the table
in vases by the bunch.
A little soft bear
with a scarf to wear
and a name tag
in case he gets lost at the fair,
His own little blanket
a name for a king
hugs in abundance
but no voice to sing,
Stuffing to make him a cuddly joy
not just for show but much more than a toy,
A comfort for times when all seems bad
a reminder of all the good times that you’ve had,
You’ll grow out of his company but never fear
your childhood friend will always be near.
A lovely shape in best bone china
this pretty pattern could not be finer,
flowers in every colour and shape
a pot of loose leaf tea to make,
a dainty spoon to stir in
a heart shaped sugar lump from the tin,
a cosy cover to keep it warm
a cup on every waking morn,
toast with jam or biscuits to eat
a little white napkin to keep you neat,
boil the kettle to top up the pot
it’s best taken whilst it’s hot.
The wind whispered
the sun smiled
the lightning laughed
the thunder clapped,
The frost frowned
at the ground
and wondered at
the wind’s sound.
The flutterby butterfly glides around
making no noise and making no sound,
It rides on the winds on a magical tour
of the lands and the forests, the seas and the shore,
The tulips, the daisies, the sunflower towers
the flutterby butterfly lives with the flowers,
It flutters and flitters and flies through the skies
the flutterby butterfly looks in our eyes,
Like a creature from heaven, a gift from God
the flutterby butterfly comes out of its pod,
It brightens our day and makes us smile
we hope the flutterby butterfly stays with us a while.
A tatty table
A rickety chair
A draughty window
A carpet threadbare
This room is dark
This room is cold
It smells of damp
and everything’s old
A comfortable rug
and beanbags galore
Will transform this room
into a haven once more
Some fabric for curtains
and a tablecloth new
Will make this room
ready to welcome you!
Through my hair and down my back
The raindrops ran and left a track,
On my dress and in my mind
The tracks were left to help me find,
My way though the forest and through the woods
Among the trees and the flowers I stood,
Singing with the first daylight hour
The birds swoop down through the raindrop shower.
Ten of them lying in a row
Which one shall I choose to sew,
The big, the small, the square, the round
This metal one makes a lovely sound,
I cannot fathom, I cannot decide
Which one I shall choose to hide,
The little stain upon my dress
Which button, which oh which is best?
I think I’m there, I think I know
The painted one I shall surely sew.
Loose Leaf Tea & Letters 