Posts Tagged ‘seasons’


you take away warmth
cloudless blue skies
fields of flowers
awash with animals
trees heavy with leaves
providing shelter for birds
you replace them
with browns, greys and reds
clouds filled with rain
mists obscuring moors
streams flowing fast
deep reams of mud
seasons bring and take
so many different feelings,
emotions and experiences
be grateful for all of them
and cherish the memories
they bring to you

winter food

Posted: October 18, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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through the seasons mist
the fruit of the branches
broke free falling towards
the core of the earth
crashing down through
water and mud
waited to be carried
away by mammals and birds
to be stored for food
during the winter cold


maturing trees
conspired to shed
their load of seeds
bending their branches
under a swollen sky
and blessing the earth
with a new generation
for the coming year


autumn came to stay
it brought shorter days
brown, curled up edges
on the corners of wallpaper
ceilings leaking, floors
wet and slippy with mud
fruit tossed unceremoniously
over floors, fresh and decaying together
the lights turned on and off
with an unpredictable spontaneity
cats and dogs sought shelter
in the corners of the house
away from droughts and drips
autumn brought feelings of
warmth and comfort too
life slowed down to a gentle
more manageable pace
despite the drips, the droughts, the mud,
the browning, the unpredictability,
despite everything that might seem
off putting about autumn
it was good to welcome
autumn back into my life
like an old friend
with all their faults and foibles
but all the better for them
not despite them
welcome back
my old friend

changing seasons

Posted: September 24, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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trees losing leaves
animals gathering food
vegetation dying
weather getting colder
colours transforming
rivers flowing faster
sun getting lower
shorter days
longer nights
life goes to sleep
preparing for the
changing of the seasons

autumn running

Posted: September 14, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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last week it was warm and dry
no wind, no rain, no mud
i ran free with ease
leaping over rocks
flying down embankments
soaring over hills
splashing through streams

in a blink summer has gone
and autumn is here
today the air is cooler
a lighter shade of blue
puddles of mud appear
the wind is coming back
together with cold, crisp air

soon blues will be replaced with greys
clear skies with overwhelming darkness
dry, hard trails with
thick layers of mud
puddles will litter the paths
as leaves dance in the wind
and the autumnal opera begins


heather turns brown
leaves flutter into pools of
mud, created by tears of
despair, carried by cavernous
clouds, fleeing across
skies of doom

today as i sit
watching life migrate by
a season going comes
out to play one
last time, one last
day as life returns

nooks and crannies
warmed for one last
time, insects play
the last scene of
their lives before a
sun sets one last time


last week it was warm and dry
no wind, no rain, no mud
i ran free, i ran with ease
leaping over rocks
flying down embankments
soaring over hills
splashing through streams

today my feet are wet and cold
covered in mud, heavy to move
running is slow as i fight the elements
wind rips the skin away from my face
the cold penetrates my clothes
laughing at my futile attempts
to keep it out

in a week summer has gone
and autumn has arrived

blue replaced with endless greys
clear skies with threatening darkness
dry, hard trails are now
thick with layers of mud
puddles litter the paths
leaves dance in the wind
as the autumnal opera begins


darkness goes
replaced by light
trails dry out
grass beckons me
as water flees
sun light energises
body and mind
as I look up
to my inspiration
and begin my
ascent to nirvana


heather turns brown

leaves flutter

into pools of mud

 

tears of despair

carried by clouds of hope

flee across skies

 

of blue tinged with grey

as life migrates

a season passing by

 

plays out one last time

every nook and cranny

warmed by dying rays of light

 

insects play one final scene

before lives end

as the sun sets

 

on a barren landscape

that goes to sleep and

awaits the return of life