Tag: Winter

Poetry

Change in the weather

Salford, 28th August 2020

The bird’s seem to have got the message

The mercury is in retreat

A nip in the air – you’re feeling

As you’re heading down the street

Clouds of grey are gathering

waiting for their time

to sprinkle their raindrops down on the ground

blocking out the sunshine

And while cold air for autumn

seems to be the norm

our feathered friends have headed off

someplace tropical and warm

Don’t Fret though – as soon as the sunshine burns

those feathered friends, who flew off will return

land with little uns – who will have grew

onto a patch of green grass nearby you

Tags Autumn, birds, Clouds, Cold, Flowers, Gardens, Grass, Grey, migration, Nests, Rain, Seasons, Sunshine, Trees, Warm, Weather, Winter

Poetry

Porridge

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 27 Jul 2020
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Salford, 27th July 2020

Winter warmer ?

fills the tum at any time of year

bringing a glow of contentment

with every loving spoonful

tasty treat at any time of day

perfect with honey, cinnamon, or even chocolate

keeps your “inner bear” happy

and brings a glow from your nose to your toes

Tags Bear, Breakfast, Chocolate, Cinnamon, contentment, filling, Food, Glow, Honey, Lockdown poems, Morning, Oats, Porridge, Spoons, Warmth, Winter, writeclub

Poetry Seasons Weather

Snowing

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 2 May 2020
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#Weather #Lockdown #Poetry

The idea : imagine it snows constantly for 30 years – and then it stops…..

Strange….the snowflakes aren’t falling today

no more than a mouse has come

out to the house

where i live

Mum and dad are at our kid’s

so i’m sat under a rug

watching BBC News

all nice and snug

Wireless classics from out on the stage

and comedy recordings for a digital age

kept me occupied and going

off the page

But its starting to melt,

the snow and the ice

with the thermometer rising

its feeling quite nice

Need a shovel – not a boat

but i’ll be wearing my big coat

as to the shop i go

dressed like an eskimo

Tags Lockdown, Lockdown poems, Poetry, Snow, snowfall, Snowing, Weather, Winter

Birds Poetry

Four Calling Birds

Salford, 28th December 2019

#Birds #2019 #Christmas

A couple of days into the Christmas season

I thought the birds had all gone somewhere sunny

I would have joined them (if I had the money)

but who should arrive on a Saturday morn

feathers all winded, ruffled and torn ???

Sat on the nest resting on the drain

covered by leaves , protected from the rain

snoozing away without any fear

happy to stay there – until next year!

Tags birds, Christmas, guttering, Home, Morning, Nest, Poetry, Winter

Poetry

Stairs

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 15 Dec 2019
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#fowc #stairs

Stairs , Image by Inky

Some would say – ascending to new heights

travelling by foot between one floor and another

aiming to reach the other floor

in time for your central heating to kick in

relaxing in your cosy sitting spot and watching

snowflakes passing the bedroom window

Tags Bedroom, Cold, Floor, fowc, heating, Hot, Snowflakes, Stairs, Warmth, Window, Winter

Poetry Weather

Frosted

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 3 Dec 2019
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#Winter #Grass #frost #fowc

You could tell that winter was here

for each blade of grass

was sitting in the place it was rooted

unable to move – why ?

Tiny little ice crystals were holding them tight

only moving for the giant boot

coming across the field

Tags Cold, Crystals, fowc, Frost, ice, Poetry, Weather, Winter

Poetry Seasons Winter

Sounds of Winter

#ice #snow #winter

Early morning wake up call

the winds are bawling

“Jack frosts been calling”

Dancing with the frost fairies

all across the land

And underfoot, the fallen leaves

have hardened up and stood their ground

deciding not to be pushed around

defiantly cracking as you tread

a sign they’re sleeping – and not dead.

The crunch of frosted grass – like ice

is enough for some to think twice

for as you make your way to your house

creeping into warm like a church mouse

in a nest under tiles, their covered up thrice

Tags Crunch, Frost, ice, Leaves, Poetry, Seasons, Snow, Sounds, Whistle, Winter

Birds

Flown Off (In Word Art)

As its the start of winter, at the toolshed (home of the inkwell)

A piece of artwork on seasonal migration….some of the birds have flown south

The ducks, geese and swans (as usual) have decided to stay by the canal basin

(Attracted no doubt by the free feed cast across the centenary walkway ! 🙂 )

Poem 2 of the word art project – If there’s a topic you would like me to cover – drop me a line on here THANKS!

Tags Basin, birds, Canal, Ducks, Geese, migration, Poetry, Quays, Salford, Swans, Winter

Art Autumn Poetry Seasons

Autumn Leaves (in Wordart)

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 23 Nov 2019
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Salford, 23rd November 2019

#Autumn #Signal #Nature #Frost #Ice

The weather’s changing, so I created this colourful arty piece with bits from an old notebook….enjoy the read

Words by inky, Font type : Deathfromabove – Link – HERE

As the Mercury retreats towards its bulb, i’ll be creating more of these.

Tags Autumn, Changing, Colour, Leaves, Signal, Winter

Birds Poetry

Magpie

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 12 Nov 2019
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two magpies on a nearby roof

Making moves on a Salford rooftop

a magpie greets another –

getting comfy on a television aerial

perched as they are , on the corner of the building

it’s blustery and cold – so as soon as they’ve met – they

exit for a more sheltered position – under the cornices of a nearby building

Tags Aerial, Autumn, Balance, birds, building, Cold, Greet, Poetry, Seasons, Shelter, Windy, Winter