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Acrostic Autumn Nature Poetry Seasons

Changing colours

#Seasons #Autumn #Poetry #Nature

Acer’s changing colour scheme (Image by Inky, Camera: Sony H3311)

A Sign that winters on the way

Up in the trees, the leaves colours are changing

There hangin’ on to their branches for dear life but

Unless you haven’t noticed – greens have been swapped for

Mostly Reds and Browns, with yellows inbetween

Note though – occasional splashes of crimson – Christmas coming early ?

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Autumn Nature Poetry Seasons Weather Winter

Collars Up

#Socs #Collarsup

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Considering its not the warmest

Outside, and it

Looks like autumnal weather is here

Like an old friend

Application of a Woollen Jumper or Scarf might be in order

Really good Duffelcoat or Waterproof to keep out the rain

Something tells me we’re going to need it

Until mother nature allows the mercury to rise – its best to

Prepare….stay indoors if you don’t have to go out – wrap up if you do

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Autumn Nature Poetry Seasons Summer

Summers End

There’s a definite change in the air

although he’s there – you don’t see the sun as much

longer nights, shorter days

expect the palette on the trees to change

on the whole – there’s signs that winter is on her way

frosty mornings covering fallen autumn leaves

a mass of crispy leaves amass

under the trees that once held them

to the wildlife its a sign to check the supplies and get

under the covers till the arrival of spring

munching on supplies before drifting off to sleep

night owls staying by their nests

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Acrostic Nature Seasons

Last Glow

Last Glow of a Spring night (Image: B.F Kirkham)

Salford 24th May 2020


Spring is making a path for Summer

passing a baton to warmer times and

rallying the last bit of light from the evening

it may be late – but the moon hasn’t shown in

northern skies just yet – the sun is

glowing just enough to keep a blueness in the sky
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Acrostic Festive Seasons

Dance

#Writephoto #Dance

Standing Stones (Image S.C. Vincent)


During certain times of the year

A number of revellers can be found

Notably dancing around the odd standing stone

Celebrating a harvest or maybe a god or two

Expecting good things in the months to come
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Poetry Seasons Weather

Snowing

#Weather #Lockdown #Poetry

The idea : imagine it snows constantly for 30 years – and then it stops…..

Strange….the snowflakes aren’t falling today

no more than a mouse has come

out to the house

where i live

Mum and dad are at our kid’s

so i’m sat under a rug

watching BBC News

all nice and snug

Wireless classics from out on the stage

and comedy recordings for a digital age

kept me occupied and going

off the page

But its starting to melt,

the snow and the ice

with the thermometer rising

its feeling quite nice

Need a shovel – not a boat

but i’ll be wearing my big coat

as to the shop i go

dressed like an eskimo

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Birds Seasons Spring

Feathered Friends

Salford 30th April 2020

They come back every spring time

when the mercury starts to rise

taking up a home in the trees

giving passers by a surprise

Two birds sitting in their nest

wait till little uns do arrive

then mum and dad will feed them

so the little uns do thrive

And each morning when the suns up

Mum (or Dad) does hop

out of their green leaved little home

on a journey to the shops

Returning with some corn or wheat

or maybe a worm or a bug

to feed up the little birdies

in the nest all nice and snug

But like all little children

they grow up and explore

so don’t be surprised, if in morning you rise

and find the kids next door

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Character Drink Food Poetry Seasons

In the Fridge

#Napowrimo #Inthefridge

Salford. 8th April 2020

A tale of an ice cube in Summer, by Inky

An ice cube took a holiday

from the freezer he was in

took a trip to warmer times

enjoying with a grin

He sat on a place by some fruit

just by the processed meat

and began to drip on his saucer

staying together – a bit of a feat

Avoiding the butter and onions

he waited in his pool

dripping away in the fridge

while others thought it cool

but then oh what a great big show,

as into a jug he did go

joining the fruit and ice cubes in the pool

keeping the humans lovely and cool

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Beach Poetry Seaside Seasons

Sunset

Salford, 31st March 2020

A poem on the sun going down by inky – its been published by Forward Poetry, appeared on Luna’s blog at Lunatheblog.com and now its back home – enjoy the read………

The pebbles on the shore
were picked up and stacked
for skimming on the sea

Stacked with care
Precariously balanced
The wind made them wobble

The sun watched as
it created shadowy silhouettes
around the sandy shore

Till the tide began to turn
and the stack on the shore
alerted the little ones

The pebbles on the shore
told the children playing on the sand
it was time to go for dinner

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Poetry Seasons Winter

Sounds of Winter

#ice #snow #winter

Early morning wake up call

the winds are bawling

“Jack frosts been calling”

Dancing with the frost fairies

all across the land

And underfoot, the fallen leaves

have hardened up and stood their ground

deciding not to be pushed around

defiantly cracking as you tread

a sign they’re sleeping – and not dead.

The crunch of frosted grass – like ice

is enough for some to think twice

for as you make your way to your house

creeping into warm like a church mouse

in a nest under tiles, their covered up thrice