June - July 2025 Collection

Here is a selection of poems written throughout June and July. It is a mix of haiku and slightly longer poems, capturing the essence of summer. I hope you will enjoy reading. 

Clear deserted beach
She is a vision in blue
Soul pacifier.

Small yellow buttercup
Nestled between
Long blades of grass
You bring back memories
Of childhood days
And my mother smilingly
Instructing me
To hold you under my chin
She said if your petals
Cast a golden glow
Upon my skin
She could tell if I liked
The taste of butter.

Lonely jutting jetty
Enhanced by evening sun
Stark static structure
Silently waiting 
For ships to come home
You are the only constant
In this ever changing scene
Impervious to
Shape shifting mudflats 
Meandering new pathways
Leading to the sea.

Blue geraniums
Petals like a fairy’s wings
Shade and sun catchers.

Welcome to a world
Where it’s hard 
To differentiate 
Between reality
And the realms
Of fantasy
Emerald
Enchanted forest.

Ghost ship
In the distance
A whisper in the mist
I walk parallel
On the riverbank
Strain to keep you
In my line of sight
Quicken my pace
To stay aligned
Wishing you would
Change course
Drift back into my life
Intermittent
Becomes invisible
As you sail
Beyond the clouds.

Foxglove by the stream
Cast your seeds into the breeze
Multiply next year.

Walking through long grass
Having a daisy moment
At one with nature.

Peeking temptingly 
From a cascade of etched leaves
Shiny red cherries.

Bursts of lavender
Evocative purple scent
Lingers in the air.

In tangled forests
Rooks weave complex tapestries
Mirroring lost souls.

Oh taffeta clouds
I want to bury my head
In your soft ruffles
Leave my troubles
Behind.

Ripening slowly
Clusters of plump blackberries
Bask in July sun.

Non-judgemental trees
Providing shade for all
Irrespective of their beliefs
They do not differentiate
Between contrarians
Libertarians or thieves
They simply stare
At their own reflections
Share a piece of their soul
With each falling leaf.

Dandelion clocks
Drift like fickle promises
Feathers in the breeze.

A sprinkling of seeds
Can transform a barren field
Wildflower magic.

Thousands of green leaves
Blend together into one
Heaven Seurat style.

Inhaling deeply
Senses realigned
Basking in 
The tranquility
Of light blue
Sapphire sea.

Majestic beech tree
I see animal faces
Sculpted in your bark.

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Summer Haiku

Publishing a poetry book was something I considered doing more times than I care to remember over the years. At the end of 2024, after some deliberation I decided to turn the thought into a reality by having a book of my haiku printed for personal use only. I named the book "A Haiku for all Seasons" and gave it to close family members as a Christmas gift.  

To mark the start of each season in 2025 I am posting the corresponding poems and photographs taken from the book, here on my blog. I was touched by some of the comments I received via social media about the winter and spring collections.

As today is the longest day and the temperatures have started to rise, it seems like the perfect time to introduce you to my summer collection. I hope you will enjoy reading.

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Two hardworking bees

Drink from blackberry flowers

A taste of summer.

June winds softly blow

Petals etched within petals

Blue geraniums.

Dandelion clock

Fragile wishes soon to be

Released in the breeze.

Lavender moments

Evocative fragrant haze

Heady July days.

Campanula stars

A little piece of heaven

Landed down on earth.

Fragrant climbing rose

Tapping on my window pane

Perfect wake up call.

Wrap me in cotton

Drift into my subconscious

Ephemeral clouds.

Dry in wet weather

Balls of spiky blue petals

Pretty globe thistles.

Purple stained fingers

Brambles picked from the hedgerow

Always taste sweeter. 

Immersing myself

In a field of wildflowers

Life's simple pleasures.

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Thank you for taking the time to read. You can find me on both X and Instagram under @jillwebbwords. Links are provided below.

       

March - May 2025 Collection

There is a good helping of green shoots and spring flowers in my latest blog post. I hope you will enjoy this poetry collection, covering the months of March, April and May.  

March rain gently falls

Waking sleeping daffodils

Spring is in the air.

Shy hellebore

Why do you

Cover your face?

It’s as if you are trying

To hide your true self

Remain incognito

Scared to engage

Can I coax you to lift

Your fragile head

And look me in the eye

Help you emerge

From the world

You’re locked in

Please can we

Give it a try?

Joyful kalanchoe

A splash of Madagascar

On my windowsill.

We have many lines

Of communication

Or at least that’s what

We’re led to believe

A mesh of chat bots

Direct messages

Emails, FAQs

Portals, newsfeeds 

So why is it

Such a rigmarole

To speak to

Another human being

When a simple

Yes or no answer

Is all you really need?

Immersed in a world

Of misty isolation

Lost in the moment.

 

Early pink blossom

Confetti in the hedgerow

A sprinkle of joy.

We sit and watch the sun go down

From a distant riverbank

Swooping birds

Etch transient circles in the sky

A cobalt breeze blows ripples

Through soft clouds

Into our minds

Sharing the moment

Yet lost in our own thoughts

Basking in a twilight lullaby.

Adjusting a myopic outlook

Looking upwards and beyond

Extending parameters 

To incorporate the sky

Face the onshore breeze

Feel your tears evaporate

Nature gently shows

It serves no purpose crying

Over things you can’t control.

Clumps of resilient daisies

Raise their cheerful heads

On the grassy bank near

A landfill site

Home to low level

Radioactive waste

The earth around them is splintered

But their feathery petals are seen

As a symbol of hope and beauty

The antithesis of what lies beneath.

Kissed by morning dew

A cluster of primroses

Smile and greet the day.

Absorbing shadows

Devouring clouds day and night

Insatiable lake.

It must have been

My imagination

Gossamer clouds

Eclipsing the sun

But I thought I saw an angel

She somehow seemed

To unfurl and blossom

She hovered silently

For a while

Spreading calm

Through my tousled mind

Then floated away slowly

On the back

Of a sunbeam tide.

All of the other flowers

In the February bouquet

Faded and wilted

Once March was underway

Apart from one carnation

Tissue thin yet oh so strong

Exuding creamy happiness

And pink-tinged euphoria.

Teardrops gently cling

Like sweet fading memories

Grief-stricken tulips.

Hazy April sun

Dances on grape hyacinths

Bumble bees' vineyard.

A wise old oak tree

Stands by an ivy covered path

Sheds acorns in the autumn

Waits for winter to pass

Keeps a watchful eye open

For signs of the first offspring

Prepares to share stories

Of those no longer here

Bracken remnants

Nurture new beginnings

Woodland elegy.

In search of pale sky

I trace pathways with my mind

Through emerald leaves.

Splashes of colour

Soft, silky and curvaceous 

Enchanting bluebells.

I could not walk past

Without acknowledging you

Flamboyant poppy.

Gorgeous clematis

Blowing candy stripe kisses

In my direction.

Clear deserted beach

She is a vision in blue

Soul pacifier.

Rain splashed pink flowers

Each pearl nurtures a promise

Of red strawberries.

The sun slowly set

On hopes held close

The rocks she would

Have crawled across

Tearful exchanges

With the breeze

Thoughts that tumbled

Into her dreams

Releasing ghosts

Drenched in 

Pale winter sun

To a world

That was now

Untouchable

Beyond the balustrade. 

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Thank you for reading. You can find me on both X and Instagram under @jillwebbwords. Links are provided below.