Ode to the West Wind

(mahonia x media 'charity')

As we are being blown to pieces in Brighton today, here are some photos l took yesterday in my garden before it was all taken in the wind.  Poetry by dear old (well quite dead actually) Percy Shelley.

O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,

Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead

Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

(Blueberry Bluecrop)

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

Pestilence-stricken multitudes; O, thou,

Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed. 

(Cornus Alba)

The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,

Each like a corpse within its grave, until

Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow.

(Fatsia Japonica)

Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill

(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)

With living hues and odours plain and hill:

(Choisya Ternata)

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;

Destroyer and preserver; hear, O hear!

(pyracantha 'orange glow')