The Inkwell
It’s just the thing on a winters morning
Noted for the quickness in its preparation
Some aficionados might complain its not “The real thing”
Though if you checked the ingredients
And looked – Milk, Sugar, Cocoa – its all there
Noses attracted by the Chocolatey waft
That travels through the house from the Kitchen
#Holidays
Christmas and new year are formally over
and winters gone to town
its made me think of warm places
where the sand is soft and brown
and the sea is brilliant aqua blue
and the waters are clear as can be
while little fish nibble away at your feet
for something for their tea
I’m sure it wont be for a while yet
as we’ve not yet escaped from this bug
but i’m hoping my nephews will join us
and give us all a hug
while we play in the warmth of the water
and eat in a taverna or two
or take in some local amusement
or even visit a zoo
#writephoto
Somewhere up here , there’s a
Number of sheep, celebrating the holidays
Of course – among the white stuff you’ll only spot em
When they move about
Yet, at the moment – they’re blending in
Shepherds keep an eye on the
length of the pastures grass as
over time – where the sheep are feasting
pastures grass gets shorter as they
enjoy uninterrupted festive feasts
#weather #frost
Its cold today
the mercury in the kitchen thermometer
wants the central heating on – quick
the water’s decided to
harden up
sticking to autumns fallen leaves
and while the sun has
popped over the horizon
jack frost paints
icy pictures on windows
#writeclub #winter
The crows sat atop the garden trees
looking for their friends
They’d hopped onto a thermal wind
headed for lands end
the pigeons were still sat about
on a gable end
but the other birds were hidden
on a greenish bend
for while the trees were caked with snow
and the winter wind did blow
the birds at home stayed in their nest
away from the most unwelcome guest
Problem is the guest – you could not see
and turned up unexpectedly
with his chums rain, sleet and snow
popping up to say “Hello!”
and while the guest blew up the snow
amounts of white stuff it did grow
so deep in the evergreen the birds all flew
while winter turned trees into an igloo.
#winter #roads #water
With the arrival of winter
the tarmac on the road has retreated
and replaced by the snow and rain
the car drivers loss ? dodging potholes
are the sparrows and seagulls gain
for as its not as cold as previous ones
they’re dropping in from the roofs for a dip
before heading into nearby trees and shrubs
on an impromptu shopping trip
#writeclub #freezing
If you think you’re feeling cold today
count yourself lucky
you could be a bird
hanging about in the winter time
tending to its clutch of eggs
while cold winds from the north
blow through the trees
that said, you could be a fish
down in the water of the darkest sea
the ice might be on the surface
cold and bright white
but its perishing below
you could be a vegetable
freshly picked today
and put in a bag with others
before you can get away
then stored in a great big chiller
with the door closed behind you with ease
its a hardlife, living as it does
as a garden pea.
#fowc #winter #hazard
Holes in the pavement
and black ice – dont really make good conditions for
zipping about on a winters morning
as one or the other will see you flat on your back or
rolling about on the floor – worse still – the
drop might see you in a hospital bed
#octpowrimo #soup #chicken
Its been cooking on the hob for a while now
blue gas flames keeping the cooking going
while the flavours mingle and merge
the star of the show has been bathing in a warm bath
while her co-stars have been cooking in the broth
carrots and onions, parsnip and turnip
together with the occasional green
regional variations see peppers and tomatoes
and perhaps the addition of garlic
(just don’t tell the seniors – that ain’t “northern”)
pearl barley or noodles give it bulk
served up in a bowl with warm crusty bread
a definite antidote to the retreating mercury
and the weather outside
#Napowrimo
He’s been Napping for a while
in the garden, trying his
best to ignore the chill of the winter wind
each day he’s counted down
raring to show off his new coloured plumage
next to the evergreens
and now, its happening as his
trunk and branches begin to wake up and sprout
in a sign that things are warming up
outside, just in time for some
nice warm weather , picnics in the garden and return of the birds
The Inkwell