Salford 9th April
Like a Marshmallow
on a freshly brewed coffee
they float through the sky
Shifting slowly over rooftops
Drifting across morning
over field town and meadow
Swirling through the Morning Sky
moved by winds east and west
strings of candy coloured cloud move
Early morning Sun
Turns pastel blue into Sunrise yellow
As clouds travel toward the hills
Wisps of Water
Moving across Manchester
Heading for Hilltops
“Weather”
5th February 2019
“Red skies at Night, Shepherds Delight…..“
This old phrase is still around today.
It was the shepherds way of telling fine weather – a red sky at night normally foretold of fine weather next morning
Whilst a red sky in the morning, normally was followed by grey clouds in the skies above. It gave the shepherd time to get his flock onto lower ground and avoid an immediate drenching 🙂
We’re not out of winter yet in the UK, no matter what the met office say, and I’ve known it snow in March, despite it being technically Spring.
#Octpowrimo
Crafted from the cocoa bean and
Hot steamed milk
Out of the cold autumnal morning
Comes something warm and satisfying
Only your tastebuds can truly tell why you
Like it so much
As you send a biscuit in
The sweet smelling brew, for a bit of an
Explore
Salford 26th September
What happens early morning…when someone’s been generous with the birdseed!
It begins quietly enough,
the graceful movement of flapping wings
stopping at an observation point
whilst they check out the opposition
The seed scatters , bouncing on the tarmac
and feathered friends, in an instant
become mortal enemies – as they nip and scratch and barge
to enable the best pickings
Noises increase from roof to tree
and Mums and dads say whats for tea
the little ones sit and wait
for something to fall on their dinner plate
Resident cats look from a distance
as the birds scrap on
unaware of
the dangers ahead
And with one sight of fur
feathers fly in a blur
as they think its best
to return to the nest
Woken up by waterworks
On the mark of quarter to five
Kept awake by the familiar sound of
Excited cats finding food on the
Night prowl
Unless my head hits the
Pillow soon, i won’t be good to anyone
As pins and needles bite my feet
Golden slumbers seem far away
Aching bones rest on a thousand pocket springs
In a vain attempt I’ll sleep through the rest of
Night time
Salford 23rd August 2018
Squeaky doors
are better clarion calls
than any alarm clock
on the market
Slumbered silence
broken by a cistern
attracts you to the noise
of the nearby main road
Luna’s departure
allows Ra to announce
“The morning is here!
it’s time to get up”
And motorised monsters
or kings of the road
make their way delivering boxes
either side of the tarmac
Solitary Swallow
converses with the neighbours
on a nearby roof –
tweets the news – no laptop required
The rumble of early morning traffic
cascading through the windows
is followed by the crack of an egg
falling into sizzling bacon fat
Kettle whistles through the concrete
up through the bedroom floor
your first cup of the day is ready
milk and two sugars ?
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 ?
Faro, the algarve, Portugal
What I woke up to this morning.
call it the last breath of summer
pine trees swaying in the warm air.
christmas come early ? Perhaps
Salford, 27th May 2017
A tale of early morning – beyond the window
As luna heads off to bed
and the stars drift off to sleep
the feathers start a moving
on the slates and tiles.
Discussions on the latest morsel
available today down by the quay
whilst little sparrows duck and dive on
new shoots of grass on the lawn, they see
Awaiting arrival of milk on the mat
getting to the silvertops before the cat
and heading in the air for a stretch of the wings
collective chorus engaged in a sing.
It starts with the wind gently rushing through the green leaves
feathered maestros awaken in nests and trees
no electronic devices needed here
as chirping chums share news around the bird bath
and as they fly into the morning blue
the song begins to take shape
a tale of a glorious blue sky moment
twittered by the chorus that’s come together
and are residing on the roof to perform
