Burnt Sienna

Colours, Poetry

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

Challenge 30 – No.26

Photography, Seasons, Weather

“Weather”

5th February 2019

Red skies at Night, Shepherds Delight…..

Red Sky at Night, Shepherds Delight - an example.

This old phrase is still around today.

It was the shepherds way of telling fine weather – a red sky at night normally foretold of fine weather next morning

Whilst a red sky in the morning, normally was followed by grey clouds in the skies above. It gave the shepherd time to get his flock onto lower ground and avoid an immediate drenching 🙂

We’re not out of winter yet in the UK, no matter what the met office say, and I’ve known it snow in March, despite it being technically Spring.

Pea Soup

Weather, Winter

10th January 2019

I could say mother natures been cooking,

but she’s obscured my view

I can barely see, what’s in front of me

never mind a metre or two

And the pea soup – its a moving

as it follows the warmth of the ground

its making pretty whirls and swirls

as it moves around

And its not easy when your commuting

from museum to back to home

as the fog falls on down, it makes you frown

as you might just be looking through foam!

COLD NIGHTS

Poetry

Sunday 25 November 2018

It might seem a bit funny – but I’m starting to miss the warm weather

the sun and its friend,  mercury seem to have beaten a retreat

nights are drawing in, and furthermore – so is the cold

looking out of the window, it doesn’t even look like night

but the sun has taken its leave – and outside its not bright

perhaps i should have appreciated it when it was in town

when people were sat on the beach – getting brown

For now , i’m not sat by the beach

The warmth has gone – its out of reach

So i’ll sit by the heater with reading planned

and a Mug of hot cocoa – ee thats grand!

Cold Water

Poetry, Water

Coldwater

My latest piece for Allpoetry.com

which I’ve decided to share with you all….enjoy

Fresh from a Lakeland reservoir
turned over by occasional waterfall
a polar bears delight
particularly in winter season

Hitting the receptacle crisply
it creates a bubble or two at the bottom
bringing out the flavour
of the drink it dilutes

Refreshment in Hot days
as well as cold
delivering fruitiness to the taste buds
like an bullet express train

Do you want it colder ?
then leave it in the fridge
or make it frosty instantly
with a couple of ice cubes

Squirrel

Acrostic, Animals, Poetry

Octpowrimo, 29th October 2018

Signs that winter is on its way

Quite inquisitive fellow made his way across the garden fence

Under the fir trees and around the hyacinths

In search, of something

Round , red brown, and tasty to

Restock his larder for winter

Every now and then looking around, protecting his hide

Looking for morsels in every inch of the garden