COLD NIGHTS

Poetry

Sunday 25 November 2018

It might seem a bit funny – but I’m starting to miss the warm weather

the sun and its friend,  mercury seem to have beaten a retreat

nights are drawing in, and furthermore – so is the cold

looking out of the window, it doesn’t even look like night

but the sun has taken its leave – and outside its not bright

perhaps i should have appreciated it when it was in town

when people were sat on the beach – getting brown

For now , i’m not sat by the beach

The warmth has gone – its out of reach

So i’ll sit by the heater with reading planned

and a Mug of hot cocoa – ee thats grand!

Autumn leaves

Poetry

Another post from inky via allpoetry.com

The squirrels are a scurrying

amongst the fallen leaves

searching out the conkers

hiding in the trees eaves

Carpet, multi coloured

paints a walker a scene

an autumnal view, that carries a few

colours, of red, gold, brown, green

And as bird watcher goes a twitching,

the animals go have some lunch

As the watcher goes round, he cant help but make a sound

as the leaves underneath him go crunch

But lets give our thanks to the Autumn,

who’s colours are warm and so bright,

as Winter arrives, the frost and snow thrives

turning the leaves on th’floor white!

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