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Poetry Seasons Weather

Snowing

#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

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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!

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Poetry

Stairs

#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

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Poetry Weather

Frosted

#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

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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

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Birds

Flown Off (In Word Art)

Word Art Poetry by Inky.

The Geese looked up at the winter sky, as the sun it shone, and wondering where their feathered friends, had gone

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!

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Art Autumn Poetry Seasons

Autumn Leaves (in Wordart)

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.

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Birds Poetry

Magpie

two magpies on a nearby roof
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

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Animals Poetry Weather

Through the snowfall

#writephoto

A response to the latest Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent

Seems the noble prince of the forest

Never misses the opportunity to go for a run

Out in all weathers, but

When it gets too heavy, you will

Find him, under the nearest

Arbour of an evergreen for shelter

Leaves of the evergreen – perfect cover till he

Leaps from under it when the snow has stopped

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Colours Poetry

Burnt Sienna

Salford, 15th September

#CYW #BurntSienna

I recall a leather chair

the smell of it as I sat in it in the morning

it’s sound as I got my back into its folds

it squeaked – like a mouse looking for food

Looking out beyond the glass

in a warm seat

looking out for snowmen

beyond the garden fence

Sitting there quietly

watching the snowflakes

fall to the ground

whilst warming my hands on a hot mug