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Colours Garden Nature

Tulips in the snow

#Napowrimo #Writeclub

Another response to a writeclub prompt by yours truly

cheers to Gary @ Writeclub for providing it

Tulips in the snow (Public Domain)

The bulbs had sleeping all Winter

waiting for a small hint of Spring

they’d been waiting for the soil to warm up

and thinking of the colour they’d bring

So imagine then, to their surprise

when out of the ground they did rise

and the flowerheads dropped so see ground below

greeted by arrival of flakes of snow

Grass under snow, had decided to hide

away from the cold underneath inside

under the snow, set like a brick

layered on the ground , two inches thick

But the flowers awoke, their growing begun

and headed their petals up towards the sun

breaking their way out of the snow

and providing some colour as they continued to grow

So while on the ground its frosty and white

colours abound from morning and night

and while all the kids play in snow, frost and ice

they look at the tulips – and think they’re quite nice

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Poetry Weather Winter

Frosty

#weather #frost

Photo by photos_by_ginny on Pexels.com

Its cold today

the mercury in the kitchen thermometer

wants the central heating on – quick

the water’s decided to

harden up

sticking to autumns fallen leaves

and while the sun has

popped over the horizon

jack frost paints

icy pictures on windows

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Acrostic Poetry Winter

Hazard

#fowc #winter #hazard

Photo by Constantin Dorin Adrian on Pexels.com

Holes in the pavement

and black ice – dont really make good conditions for

zipping about on a winters morning

as one or the other will see you flat on your back or

rolling about on the floor – worse still – the

drop might see you in a hospital bed

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Acrostic Nature Poetry Weather Winter

Frost

#weather #cold #frost

Father christmas had been and gone, his

reindeer now making a beat towards the stables

outside, in the dark –

someone was playing whilst others slept

taking water from the air and leaving patterns on everything he touched

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Poetry Weather

Frosted

#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

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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

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Photography Poetry Weather Winter

Mr frosts return

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

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Weather

Air Snaps

Crisp

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

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writing

Nose in a book..and a cake…

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…

 

 

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Food Poetry Weather Winter

Cherry on Top : Heaven

In response to the photo challenge
Cherry On Top

Magical Mug
A Mug of something magical – normally my mug of hot cocoa from whittards!!!

 

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