Mid afternoon

What’s your favorite time of day?

I can’t post a picture because my WiFi is not working. But I can describe mid afternoon. On a sunny day, a gentle breeze. A patchwork of blue sky and fluffy white clouds. There may be a scent of rain after a passing shower. Ideally I would be looking out over a valley with a small stone built village at the bottom next to a stream. In my memory I can see large oak trees, ash trees, beech and weeping willows. There are blue or purple hills in the distance.

Birds are singing. Robins, blackbirds, skylarks. Looking for food for their broods of fledglings. Sounds of running water from the stream and ducks quacking as they glide across the local pond.

The UK can be overwhelmingly green in the spring and summer. Autumn isn’t always as colourful as fall in America. But what it lacks in reds and oranges is made up for with fruit ripening on blackberry bushes, raspberries and the mushrooms snf other fungi in the hedgerows. And I love a quiet winters afternoon with white snow.

The hedgehogs will be sleeping on autumn days, waiting for cool and misty evenings. Life can be calm in these dreamy days. It’s not all wonderful but I’m thinking of an idyllic day.

Almost bedtime

The nights are getting longer

The days slightly shorter

It’s almost bedtime

But I’m hot

My heart aches, my mind too

So I’ll sit and watch TV a bit

No sensible thoughts in my mind

Just watching the nights decline

Into a slow dawn.

Maybe the sun will shine bright

In the morning after this night.

I don’t know

Time goes slow

When you’re alone

With the pain of loss.

Bored

My brain is numb

I want to do things

Stuck inside

Tied down by boredom

And an injured leg

The world turns

And changes

First leaves

Yellow on the Cherry tree

They will wilt and fall.

Bored at home

Will I be out

Before the leaves are all gone?

Swallows will fly

Night returns as days shorten.

Looking out of a window

Limited views

Meanwhile

Keep my legs raised

To reduce the swelling.

Bored

Day

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Just saw a post about days. Instead of Monday Tuesday Wednesday etc the start is crossed out and just day written seven times. I guess the days are running one into another and if you are like me, messing about and staying up late till after three am, it really does feel like a blur.

I wrote a very micro poem to reflect this….

Day of sun
Day of shine
Day of rain
Days all mine
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