The Inkwell#fowc #cabin
14th March 2020
Carefully crafted, from trees that now surround it
a place to get away from the strains of modern life
blessed with a wonderful view of the lakes and streams
in sight of nearby provisions, a short ride away
not forgetting some wonderful animals
#cyw #green
Grown by mother nature
Rampant forests in shades light and dark
Exciting combinations of Yellow and Blue
Envelope the land through the trees
Nice at any time – but particularly christmas
Water by a bank – image from S.C. Vincent
#Writephoto #Still
Sitting by the water , taking in the view
The inhabitants must be sleeping – i thought i’d see a few
In fact all i see is reflections, of the trees a while away
Lined up, all upside down – but seen as clear as day, while
Looking for fish, as i laze away
#Promptuarium #Hauntedgrove
Haunted forest ?
a likely story !
up till now – she’d believed the tales her brother told her
not realising ,
the creatures in their homes in the trees were
even more frightened of her – and in the
dark – it was just the forest creatures looking out
The trees are bending
moving to a western tune
played by coming wind
rolling autumn leaves
around tarmac cul-de-sacs
to the alley’s end
follow the brown leaves
and you find them piled up high
by a pelican
some decide to rest
whilst others run the gauntlet
towards the river
final resting spot ?
answer to question – unclear
floating down river
#Octpowrimo #Lightness
Salford, 29th October 2019
As summer draws to a close
and green leaves turn to red
the leaves of the less evergreen
aided by wind rain and streams
float off in a dream, light as a feather
to their final resting spot
where they leave a mark of colour
on the paths around them
Announcing the arrival of autumn
under and around each branch of the trees
the keeper of the trees, mother earth has been busy
undertaking her role of changing the colours
making colourful patterns for people to look at
note, the noise that they make – mother earth has done that too!
#Octpowrimo #Huggingatree
They line the road, from bottom to top
watching the people and vehicles pass by
doing their work without a word
the birds rest on their branches as they’ll flop
to trees with lots of leaves they’ll fly
the shade cast on the greens of the grass around
enjoying the cool from the suns rays unheard
out of the sun – on the shadiest ground
In response to Thursday Photo Prompt
The woodland’s changing colour
from lush juicy greens to rustic reds
and painting a picture with a message
on the woodland paths
with each colourful crunch – “Winter’s coming”
Salford, 23rd March 2019
Modified from an instagram post i posted this morning,
When i wake up
What do i see, beyond the works of
Writing on my desk ?
Wide, are the curtains flung – from
West to east – bringing light to the painted
walls where i do most of my scribbling
Marshmallow pillows float
softly in Salford Skies as
flocks of feathered friends
return from their alfresco restaurant, to
five star accommodation – peering across towards my way
as they enjoy the view.
