Two Quarrelling Brothers

Poetry, Weather

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I sat watching by the window

as two quarrelling brothers

traded blows over a tree outside

both lay claim on this tall green beauty

and each tried their hardest to get it for themselves

but as day turned into night

the tree stayed rooted to its spot

and neither brother got what they wanted

opting to play with some fallen leaves instead

Thoughts

Clouds, Poetry, Weather

#Thoughts #Bubbles #Marshmallows #Clouds

Salford 9th July 2018

The light little cirrus and stratus

help themselves to their

own little place in the sky

until the cloud departs they’ll be overlooked by the

great thinker of the skies himself – cumulonimbus – who’s

happily floating over the air

thinking about their next destination

some might call them Marshmallows, others call them ‘thought stores’

Dancing with the wind

Poetry, Weather

Salford 1st March 2018

I’ve been told today was supposed to be the start of spring in the UK.  Here’s a piece about the reality!….Inky.

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They came from the east

various different snow shapes

dropping from the cotton wool clouds

to engage in a dance

with the cold northern winds

and as mercury heads closer to the sun for warmth

it retreats toward the thermometer bulb

its not sub zero yet – but it just feels like it

Heading out west

Animals, Life, Photography, Weather

Salford 19th June 2018

#life #travel #sunrise #breakfast #morning

I woke up early this morning, the local wildlife were up with the sun. I’m unaware of what they were discussing….probably breakfast, or maybe football ⚽️ . If anybody knows what rooks , blackbirds, song thrushes, and pigeons talk about over breakfast…please let me know

I spotted two aircraft travelling over the skies of Salford this morning. Don’t know where they were going, but I’m sure it was some place nice and hot. Sun is slowly making its way above the horizon in the east, soon it will be bright and sunny

The soft rolling traffic from the early morning Trafford road makes a somewhat pleasant accompaniment to the sound of the ticking clock. But in what’s now known as a twenty four hour society/world , there’s always deliveries to be made, early morning jobs to get to and work to be done

There’s a break in the quiet rumble of the traffic, as a Motorcycle rider mistakes one of the carriageways for a stretch of the Isle of Man TT race course. It’s awoken the pigeons kipping in the eaves of the nearby apartment block.

Another trail of white crosses the Salford skies as the rumble of early morning traffic continues. The broadcasters will be preparing the news items for delivery about now, whilst out on the waterfront, as the deliveries come in and out of the factories of Trafford park, and noise from The Trafford road begins to grow, feathered residents of the nearby basins are flexing their webbed feet , attending to cygnets and goslings all and pondering the really important issues of the day,

What’s for breakfast ?

Singing in the rain

Clouds, Poetry, Weather

#In light of the lack of a fresh writing prompt – i’ve poached this one from the wordpress e-book – 365 Writing prompts….enjoy….inky.#

Salford 16th June 2018

Inclement is how the weathermen would have put it

the weather itself couldn’t make its mind up

the sun was out – the birds were tweeting – and everyone was content

that was of course till two sets of clouds collided into one another

and slowly, but surely, small waterdrops began to fall from the sky

pitter pattering into puddles – easily covered by peoples umbrellas

until the raindrops sped up – and turned into stairrods

filling up birdbaths and heading for waterways

the quickest way they could

ladies and gents diving for cover under the nearest shelter

till quick as it arrived – the stairrods departed

and cotton-wool clouds replaced the grey ones

while birds enjoyed the relax

in a pool provided by the cloud