The Inkwell#writephoto #bluebells
Brushing against the flowers in the carpet of blue
listen out for the chimes as you walk
usually, you wouldn’t hear them
except – on this occasion – there’s only the
birch trees – and they’re not saying much
even the squirrels are being quiet –
listening to the noise of the bluebells as they
lightly sway in the
spring breeze
Promptuarium, 18th August
You meet all sorts in your local park
two furry vermine were scampering past the bowling green
when they both sought my advice on
where the tastiest seeds were
“The Hazel tree is off to the west,
but the Conker tree has started dropping its seeds”
I told them,
they paused , then headed for the conker tree
where they fed like kings
before nodding me a thank you
and scampering for some hazelnut dessert
#Coloryourworld #Cyw #Forestgreen
Walking through the forest on a summers morning
the sun peeking through the trees to say hello
new hairdo’s for all – their old leaves forming a carpet below
they make a wonderful crunch as you step through them
and waking up to the sound of the leaves ?
a family of squirrels up high in the trees
what’s for breakfast ? say the kids
Hazel Nuts ? Yummy.
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
