Dying, falling, asleep
Red, green, brown
Gold and yellow
Pallid light breaks
Over crisping leaves.
Frosty, foggy, cold,
Mist and mizzel.
Wet rain drips
From sullen trees.
Leaves
Tag: Poem
Disconnected
Another #bandofsketchers prompt. Not a brilliant effort! I tried to draw disconnected bits of chain, without looking at bits of chain. The chain links are not uniform in size and the outline is too thick.
I could write a poem.
My brain is disconnected
From anything elected
If its political
I’m often critical
Of policies they’ve selected!
Autumn leaves
Most leaves have changed colour
It’s November and they are hanging on
But a storm is coming..
Leaves will spin and twist…
Then fall like snowflakes to the ground.
To be blown along by the wind
Forming drifts
Where hedgehogs can hide,
Damp leaf mold will rot and spread
Nutrients back into the soil.
Leaves anew, next year, to feed..
So the cycle of life turns…
Autumn woman
Painting from eight years ago, it came up on my Facebook page. I don’t know if I’ve ever posted it here.
Autumn Woman
When the leaves fall
From under leaf litter
You will slowly crawl.
Gleaming colours
Red, gold, green,
Are soft or brittle
A seasonal scene.
Then mists and fruits
Make subtle colours
And Autumn woman
Finds her full power.
25 years
Our choir is going strong! 25 years of song! We raised the roof tonight. High middle and low… A riot of musical flow. A wonderful sound. Was to be found. …………. …………..As the song goes, open hearts, open minds, open words, open voices!
Being able to learn
What are you most proud of in your life?
I’m proud of having knowledge
I’m proud I can find out
Learning is a thing I love
More than any wealth
Sure that knowledge shared
And study pursued
Is most important.
You may not have gold or power
But try and improve your mind
And after time you will find
The beauty of a thought.
Bike – gone
Green Claude has gone
A Butler of a bike
Shiny chrome
Clip your foot
On its pedals
And fly…
Classic tourer,
Memories of Devon
Yorkshire, Lancashire
Cumbria and environs.
When you stole his bike,
You stole his heart
(for my hubby)
19.10.23
Pain
Pain attacks from different directions
Trundles like an army on alternative fronts
I need to relax
Let my body un-tense
Then the pain flows away
Fear and stress exacerbate
Anxiety cramps me up
But starting to understand
I can calm my impulses
Like a frozen bag of peas
Soothes the army of pain
Descalating aches
Deflating anguish.
Backache
Ouchies it hurts
I’ve slept badly
Twisted and turned
Sat up with the cat
Sitting on my chest.
Feels like it’s breaking
Splitting in half
At waist height
I don’t feel bright!
Ivy flowers
Little spidery flowers
Unfold like sea anemonies
Trapping bees in their anthers.
Pollen spreads to flowers,
Ivy will grow black berries
In the winter.
To go with red holly berries.
“The holly and the ivy
When they are both full grown….. “
Mallaband-Brown 