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Acrostic Nature Poetry

Bluebells

#writephoto #bluebells

Bluebell wood : Writephoto prompt by S.C Vincent

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

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Poetry

Two Squirrels

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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

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Art Colours Memories Nature Poetry Prose

Forest

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#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.

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Autumn Nature Poetry

Changing of the seasons

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?

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Animals Colours Nature Outdoors Parks Seasons

G.M.T

Autumn Leaves

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