healingwords: poetry for the soul

These beautiful flowers bloomed for a short time and then were gone. The spring flowers were spectacular this year after heavy rains in April and I was fascinated to see how each week the flowers changed. Often they seemed grouped by colours, one week I counted 8 different yellow flowers, the next week purples or pinks, then the most glorious shades of blue.  © 2019 Jacqueline Knight Cotterill.  All rights reserved.  

This plant with the wonderful name 'Echeveria Deresina grows on our patio in Spain and hangs from many balconies in the village.  It survives drought and heat, regenerating yearly as old leaves drop and new ones take their place. The colours shade from blue to rose grey with more green tinging the leaf when water is plenty. The leaves form a natural holder for dew drops which sparkle like jewels, the inspiration for this poem.  DEW JEWEL Walk the corridor from street to patio, room wide space built for donkey’s tread, flanks fat with stick baskets, through cool cave interior, to blink eyed sunlight, terracotta floored funnel, blue roofed with sky. Flaked stone walls, mortared with trust, dust backdrop to riot of geraniums, tumbling down in velvet flames, scarlets, fuchsias, blood red corollas, summer exhibitionists flashing petals like swirling flamenco shawls. Raised on Valencian baked tile sits Echeveria Deresina, earthed in clay, ...