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The sun rise is later every day
The birds still wake and sing
At the same time
Their day stretches
From wing tip to wing tip
Music soaring before the sun
Even when night is darkest
Before the dawn
They know to sing…
The liquid notes of the robin
Pierce the night.
The sun shone today
It didn’t rain
The flowers were glorious
Their colours fine.
Washing dried on the line
Reflecting brilliant white
Light onto petals
Giving them a glow
Of bright orange and pale lavender
To remember this day.
Curled up, warm
Asleep again
He makes his bed
And lies on it.
Comfortable and safe
Neat fur, aligned
With patterned covers.
Crochet and Cat
Cheery view
Asleep and snoring.
There’s a chill in the air
And it’s only September
Autumn already
Shorter days
Longer (cold) nights
I will not switch on
The dreaded boiler
Until my lips and fingers
Pinch in the cold.
Layers of clothes
Must be the answer.
Use the cat as a blanket.
Coats on the bed
I remember that
When I was a child.
Blue
I don’t recognise you
I don’t know what you are
Bright blue flower.
What’s your favorite time of day?
When the sun is overhead
Light shines down on bright flower beds
Makes the hazy colours shine
On plants and flowers and bees divine
At the stroke of noon I see
Primary colours, one two three..
Red and blue and yellow too
And the other colours hue
Make me want to paint and draw
All the beauty that I saw
Afternoon is the key
Makes my mind feel oh so free
Mornings are OK I guess
But post meridians are the best!
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.
I think I’m going dotty
I think I’m going daft
I’m sure I saw a face there
Lying on the mat
I saw a lot of dots there
Splodges and circles too
But in amidst the dotty dots
I saw the face of you!
Yesterday was warm
Tomorrow will be wet
Spiky shardes of night-time
Agog in the sunlight.
Slow storm Betty
Trundling
over the ocean…
West of Ireland
On its way
Seeded heads will be beaten
Without delay
Tree tops will twist
Leaves will fly
So soon this summer goes
Autumn visits us
And I cry
Mallaband-Brown