Brown

Acrostic, Colours, Nature

#CYW #Brown #Birds #Wildlife #Salford

Brown Feathered Canada Geese

Bringing an aire of nature to the painters palette

Red mixes with yellow and that colour goes darker as

Orange meets black and blue

Wild Animals have this colour in their fur , feathers and quills

Notably the geese who fly across town

Hope you liked this short acrostic for #CYW – Here’s another link to a poem with a brown theme – https://inkdrops.blog/2019/09/08/chocolate-4

Nest (Another View)

Nature, Poetry

#Fowc #Nest #Nature

Birds nest in the guttering
nesting in the guttering

Above my head, by the window ledge

a family of birds is living on the edge

living in a nest in view of my eye

occasionally searching for food do they fly

Waking me up with their earliest call

transcending the windows and solid brick walls

flying to treetops through clouds in the air

and searching out berries without a care

Bluebells

Flowers, Nature

Another scribble for the coloryourworld month by inky.

Artwork by Inky – created in painter from google stock art

Birds follow the noise of these colourful flowers

Lightly swaying in the spring breeze

Under the cover of a spruce they’re spread

Enjoying the protection from the passing showers

Beautiful colours to please the eye

Encompassing the area around the tree roots

Launching into a dance routine – upon arrival of the Bees and Butterflies

Landing on the flowers to collect the nectar

Rock

Music, Nature

A post in response to the Tuesday Photo Challenge from Inky

Tuesday 26th March 2019

What’s with the guitar Inky ?

I thought i’d start with the musical link – an electric guitar. Clapton, May, Deacon come to mind. It’s loud but in time is methodical, and lyrical – its also the nearest thing to an electrical instrument that doesn’t need a programmer….it does need an amplifier though

Much like the Rocks you find on your average beach….(eh?)

Noisy little rocks on Kos

When the waves smack against the rocks its a bit like a percussion instrument. Depending on your location on the beach, the noises can be soft , hard or downright noisy, as the waves lap slap and crash against the shore

Get the wind to go through the holes in the rock, and you could be mistaken for hearing music being played, as theres a definate sound as the wind makes its way round the rock.

Add a chirp or two following the sound of the rocks and the sea – you have a three piece band 🙂

Reminiscent of something i read in Terry Pratchett’s Discworld Novel Soul Music

Music with Rocks in – Quite a ring to it too.

And all of this is Acoustic….no electric required.

Hotel for the birds

Birds, Life, Nature, Outdoors, writing

Salford, 23rd March 2019

Modified from an instagram post i posted this morning,

When i wake up

What do i see, beyond the works of

Writing on my desk ?

Wide, are the curtains flung – from

West to east – bringing light to the painted

walls where i do most of my scribbling

Marshmallow pillows float

softly in Salford Skies as

flocks of feathered friends

return from their alfresco restaurant, to

five star accommodation – peering across towards my way

as they enjoy the view.

Light

Freedom of Expression, Nature, Poetry

#Light #Nature

Its the thing that brightens up your day

without it – your mood would be pretty dark

as flowers fruit and vegetation

would sleep on down in the ground

It’s the deliverer of colour

bringing shades of blue to the sky

occasionally bringing colour

in the form of a rainbow

And how many stars in the night sky

create the patterns above your head

with a lightshow of colour

before you go to bed ?

A Japanese Maple in Salford

Nature, Poetry

Salford, 2nd March 2019

The Japanese maple – taken last year

Winter wasn’t kind to our friend round the back

Who was anchored to the rocks by its roots

The evergreens kept a watchful eye

As it sat there dormant in the wind rain and snow

Till one day last week – a clarion call

from our feathered chums returning from their homes in the south

“Spring’s arriving, the sun’s getting warmer”

and our little plant from the far east

began to wake up – and grow its buds

The birds they all cheered – and the wildlife revered

For as they did cheep – out of slumber the maple creeped