The Inkwell#Winter #Grass #frost #fowc
You could tell that winter was here
for each blade of grass
was sitting in the place it was rooted
unable to move – why ?
Tiny little ice crystals were holding them tight
only moving for the giant boot
coming across the field
#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
Salford, 11th December
They said the mercury was rising today
Well, someone didn’t inform Jack Frost and his winter imps
For as I write, sat perched in a chair by a radiator
They appear to have left pretty patterns
All over peoples car windows and roofs
Seems like he’s skipped across the skies too,
As there’s a definite blue streak across Salford skylines
In the cold light of day
you could break off the mist
and eat it all up
Say that its biting
it keeps things fresh
not frosty at all
Just cold enough
to take the heat off
and highten tastebuds
Sunday, 4th December 2016
Mother Nature is keeping her cards close to her chest today,
perfect blue 🌌 with not a ☁️ in the sky.
but there’s a definite nip in the air…little Jack Frost is up and about, and he’s painted every fallen leaf 🍃 in sight
Antidote to the cold ? A cup of tea ☕️ With a 🍪 in the community room at the back of church after mass.
returned home 🏡 and am parked by a radiator, thawing out.
im reading the late terry pratchetts last (?) offering…the witches vacuum cleaner and other stories, whilst I do
might give me inspiration for a scribble or two…
In response to the photo challenge
Cherry On Top
It doesn’t get better than this….
Pick your day
Cold damp wet
Or if its winter – It’s Frosty or Snowing
Pick your Bolthole
and welcome in the warmth
of a satisfying, chocolatey hug
laced with mint, cherry or even chocolate sprinkles
deep, rich and ultimately tasty
and let all those weather-induced blues melt away
Anybody telling you the weathers improving – I have evidence to the contrary if you’re living in the Northern Hemisphere. Jack Frost was out again last night
Location – The Drive where Mum and Dad park the car
And as you can plainly see – Dear old Jack has danced all over it!
However, I do like the patterns he’s left on the roof – its quite artistic.
Dad isn’t that impressed – he’s scraping jack’s artwork off the windows.
In response to the daily post prompt Seasons
Allegedly, its supposed to be Spring in the UK right now.
I say this due to the arrival of Ash Wednesday in the Churches, the birds returning from their holiday homes in the South of the globe, and a much clearer and bluer sky above my head.
However, despite wispy white stratus clouds replacing the Cirrus and Cumulo-Nimbus clouds you get this side of winter – the clear blue skies come with a definite nip in the morning air
This leads to a retreat to my bedroom quilt, or another button being upped on the house thermostat.
Winter is hanging on for dear life, and throwing what it can at people as much as it can get away with it….Proof can be found on the Kitchen thermometer that hangs near the fridge. Normally at a comfortable height due to pleasant temperatures – its mercury has gone into retreat.
Roll on March – and (Hopefully) Spring.
Another Wintry acrostic for a cold winters night
From the arctic north
Rolling icy winds travel across the Island
Over hills and meadow they go, Painting everything white
Sun in the sky, fairly invisible to the eye
Turning young minds towards sunnier days.
Jack Frost landed a wintery spell
hibernating animals – have a tale to tell.
Icy shapes fall through the air to the ground,
as crystals they break – without any sound
Temperature falls on the ground below,
turning the crystals to crisp white snow.
Covering ground, with white snow quite nice
which can be turned into blocks of clear cold ice
But most often than most – its used in a plan
by children in creating a great big snowman.
What’s truly agreed – whether young or old
the snow is a sign – It ain’t half cold!
