Tag: Winter

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November

There's a beauty in November,
with a mildness not known before,
and a stillness at twilight which 
happens more and more.

For the world is getting warmer
and the winter comes on late.
Deeply coloured leaves cling to the trees
because autumn won't abate.

She stays around and fools the plants
who rise early but at the cost
of a swift overnight slaughter
from an unexpected frost.

Then this murder ceases
and a warm calm descends,
and living plants try once again
as the climate makes amends.

So, do I like this changing world
when the natural order bids adieu?
Having shorter winters with soft winds?
Yes, I surely do.
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New Shed

Alone at last in my garden shed
The beds are made the dog is fed
In the quiet I await creative thought
But comes there nothing, zilch, nought.

It's not supposed to be like this
I should exploit this place of bliss
I take yet another sip of tea but
Still no talent envelopes me.

The grass is dew wet and wild birds sing
Today is warm as if it's spring
The flowers nod in the zephyr breeze
With apples falling where they please.

This is autumn at its best
My favourite month - keep the rest
Summers gone, it is no more
Now squirrels seek their winter store.

I try something employed by poets passed
To glorify nature!  The subject is vast
So inspired by the beauty on display
The words now flow - I've something to say!

Prose for Spring

The days linger longer now
And the extra light is optimistic
Buds and new grass dare to show
And the chills of winter leave.

The seasons' cycle moves the warmth
Of spring and summer nearer
And the power of renewal shines out
And there's purpose in our stride.

Cold times do have a meaning for us
For our lives need the balance
Of greens and blues in sunshine
So we can revel in the difference.

Spring Cometh

Come with me to another spring
Let's run towards the sun
Push away all thoughts of winter
A new season is begun.

Green fields and singing birds
Are there beyond the town 
A peaceful place in which to view
Natures brand new season's gown.

With the coming of this time
Our soul rises with the light
Optimism in our mood begins
And the negatives all take flight.

Look no more behind you 
Push down sad thoughts and dread 
Come with me towards the spring 
And embrace good times ahead

Our Tilting Planet

The days linger longer now
And the extra light is optimistic
Buds and new grass dare to show
And the chills of winter leave.

The seasons' cycle moves the warmth
Of spring and summer nearer
And the power of renewal shines out
And there's reason in our stride.

Cold times do have a meaning for us 
For our lives need the balance
Of greens and blues in sunshine
So we can revel in the difference.

Safe Passage to Tollesbury

I had to move her now
Because the winter was here
Sailing her was usually fun
When the sun was there to cheer.

Blowing wind and heavy rain
The boat is severely tossed around
Hold on, grit my teeth, look out!
We must not go aground.

There are no lighted buoys
No shapes upon the shore
No moon or stars to help us
and daylight is no more.

I've been so foolish, will we make it?
I feel that I have sinned
Then a calmness overtakes me as
I smell wood smoke on the wind.

Can you smell it?  I asked my friend
Just a trace on the air 
Someone is burning wood
on the shoreline over there.

I know where to head if
the shore is on the right
Keep straight ahead and find
the flashing beacon light.

There it is!  Just a little more
Then hang a left into the creek
Shine the torch - look there's the quay - 
And the wind has ceased to shriek.

The bonfire burner on the shore
Will never ever know
The comfort he rendered two frightened men
Who were lost in a winter blow.

Rosalind Revisited

A brittle bright winter morning
In the graveyard
Just two workmen and me
Getting wet feet.

Walking, looking, walking
In the graveyard
Finding the place I knew
She now rested.

Thirty years have gone by 
In the graveyard
Since a distraught mother fell
To her knees.

Couldn't accept her baby now dwelt 
In the graveyard
And would laugh no more
In her old house.

A girl of thirteen shouldn't be
In the graveyard
But unkind gods decided
It was time.

Take my Arm

I will wait until your winter has gone
Until the pieces fall into place
Until the cold winds are all blown away
And you move on with the sun on your face.

Bad times need only be temporary
If you can call on good friends
They guide you across the furrows and
Ease the load while your hurting mind mends.

Later you will be so much stronger
When new resolve comes to stay
I am here till your springtime comes 
And your winter has gone away.