The Inkwell
Mountaineer came
out of his wintry cave, the summit conquered
up on the top of the hill, had been nothing but snow, but
now those seeds sleeping under the snow had
torn through the safety of the soil
and provided a lovely view for the climber to see
in time, he’d enjoy the fruits of his triumph, but for
now he was enjoying – his first sight of spring
I
Facing Swathe’s of Green
Little fruits play hide and seek
under leafy shade
II
Tomatoes Blushing
Star of the evening platter
by the battered cod
III
Empty vines begin
growth of some brand new red fruits
new fruits taking shape
No rumble of traffic
No noise in the street
Not many people
Navigating the street
But somewhere in th’ treetops
swaying in the air
families of birds are
chatting away there
Singing ’bout blue skies
and the weather that’s greet
while on mobile’s behind the glass
the humans all tweet
Salford 30th April 2020
They come back every spring time
when the mercury starts to rise
taking up a home in the trees
giving passers by a surprise
Two birds sitting in their nest
wait till little uns do arrive
then mum and dad will feed them
so the little uns do thrive
And each morning when the suns up
Mum (or Dad) does hop
out of their green leaved little home
on a journey to the shops
Returning with some corn or wheat
or maybe a worm or a bug
to feed up the little birdies
in the nest all nice and snug
But like all little children
they grow up and explore
so don’t be surprised, if in morning you rise
and find the kids next door
#CYW #Carnation-Pink
Popping up around the spring
its the kind of flower that likes a party
noted for its use as a buttonhole flower
keeping up appearances at family occasions
Curves more wiggly than your
average rose
rows upon rows keep each other standing up,
not falling over
at the nearest breath of wind.
they don’t look much, but once trimmed and located
in a gentleman’s suit buttonhole
on a family occasion, they
never fail to impress the guests
Salford, 12th March 2019
I hear the mercury creeping up the kitchen thermometer
but the boiler’s having none of it
steam rising in the cold air from his friend , the kettle
white mist still apparent from outside
while red skies mix with blue as evening falls
and the evergreens move in the breeze
whilst behind a spruce – an acer’s branches sing
“We’ll be waking up soon
Announcing the spring!”
Salford 27th February 2019
#Spring #Bumblebee #Photography
“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.
#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
