
This morning
The light turned
From green to blue
As the sun rose
And chased away auroras.
Nightmare scenes
Of devilish greens
Just a phantom thought
Flashing through the sky…
Halloween is near
Spirits swoop in shear
Joy
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This morning
The light turned
From green to blue
As the sun rose
And chased away auroras.
Nightmare scenes
Of devilish greens
Just a phantom thought
Flashing through the sky…
Halloween is near
Spirits swoop in shear
Joy
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.

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.

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

Shade of blue
Above me and you
Fading into black
When the sun sets.
Stars and planets
Meteors and comets
Fly up in the blue
Through different hues
Cerulean, Cobalt too,
ultra marine all in view.
A limited palette
Restricted to blue.

Tulips bloomed
Scent filled the air
Warm breezes
Touched my hair.
purple flowers
Proud and bright
Give enjoyment
To my sight.
May was gentle
Soft and true
Forget-me-nots
Bloomed in blue.
Fine flowers
Grown up tall.
Magic bower
Soft waters fall.
Memory of
a lovely day.
Gives my heart
Delight today.

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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Tick tock,
I like a clock,
that tells the time,
and rings a chime.
A clicking tick
a sticking tock
the fingers dance
around the face.
An hour is all
It takes to go
from One to Two,
and so, and so.
Till round the face
the fingers tick,
and Midnight passes
into new day.