The InkwellOctpowrimo, 29th October 2018
Signs that winter is on its way
Quite inquisitive fellow made his way across the garden fence
Under the fir trees and around the hyacinths
In search, of something
Round , red brown, and tasty to
Restock his larder for winter
Every now and then looking around, protecting his hide
Looking for morsels in every inch of the garden
Whilst walking
Through the city green
I saw the leaves turn from
Green to brown
And watched as they
Drifted on the wind
Through the town
Local birds are confused
Amassed on the tops
And squirrels they wonder
Why their food has all dropped
It’s much too early
And not too late
So why go and forage
And hibernate?
The summer it leaves us
like the changing tide
and the wind changes course
as autumn arrives
Trees change their colour
from pallets of spring
and warm shades of autumn
to the eye they bring
As Mother nature turns leaves
from green to warm brown
Hibernating animals
begin to bed down
As Autumn paints pallet of leaves all around
Walkers feet all make a sound
as they meet with the carpet
of leaves on the ground
The skies seem much redder
and it quickens the night
as the darkness gets quicker
and the moon seems more bright
Colours of green disappear till its fate
and Winter waits for the snow
Mercury falls, and squirrels hibernate
as the birds to warmer climbs they go
Autumn’s upon us – time has moved on
Winter is coming – the summer has gone
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!
A Silver winning piece of poetry on winter from the pages of allpoetry.com
It starts when the last leaves
of Autumn are falling.
The Air gets colder
with Winter calling.
And Snow starts to fall, as ice starts to form
as weather gets colder than then when it was warm.
And Winter takes hold, as things start to freeze
as Mercury retreats from the cold in the breeze
And as Winter takes a Grip, of this quarter of year,
you’re torn as to whether to cry or to cheer.
As you play in the snow, in day and in night
as the retreating temperature, begins to bite.
The wildlife, they say, seem to know best
as many decide to take up a rest.
Storing a harvest, so they are well fed,
Waiting for Spring, to arise from their bed.
But kids enjoy playing building things in the Snow,
so out in the garden my Nephews will go,
Building a Snowman, wi me and my Dad,
Wrapped up real warmly – as this cold it is bad.
As the clocks went back in the UK today, A tale of the end of Summer and Beginning of Autumn
