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I saw the sky this evening
Turned bloody orange
As if on fire
Light streaming through
Branches and trees
Illuminating a landscape
Still dry from lack of rain.
The hedge behind us
Was split by the light
A shaft of red and gold
For telling bright weather
And clear skies
And stars
For the night ahead…..
Yes, we have three cats
Hungry, playful, cheeky
Are not their names
Sometimes together
Sometimes apart
Chasing each other
Loving toys
Liking treats
Eating catnip.
Hiding in, under, on.
Jumping, climbing, causing
Fun and trouble
Things, found, battled
Played with.
Equipped with claws and teeth
And purrs and growls
Formidable felines!
Nine lives!
Red sky this morning
Weather warning?
But the sky turned blue
A lovely hue
The sun shone
No one cried
The wind just dried
The washing
No rain came
Which was the same
As yesterday
Except that was grey
So red sky
Was a weather lie!
Sequins, shiny and bright
Sparkle and twinkle
In the light
Plastic circles
Dragon scales?
Are they magic
No, just pale
Imitations of fish skin
Gleaming and glittering in
The bright
Light
Tonight.
Milky latte
Soft coffee
Warm and creamy
A beverage, dreamy
Drink to warm
In cold weather
Makes a delicious
Thirst quencher.
Why write about it?
A conversation starter
Over coffee
Adds to frendship
When we meet.
Helps us greet.
Look out
See what’s about
Use your eyes
Don’t be surprised
Glasses are good
For seeing the mood
Of someone’s face
At more than a pace!
Sight is the winner
Lighter, and dimmer
Through fire and snow
You can see the glow
With my little eye
Just what do I spy?!
A very silly verse
Which could have been worse!
Flowers made of light
Colours big and bright
Abstract patterns
Lines shape matters
A rose and stem?
Do you see them?
Pen and ink
That’s how I think!
Outlines and contours
Artistic encounters!
Dry as dust
No tears fall
The end of fuss
Cracked and dull
Sadness ends
Emotions pall
Memories shrink
Till nothing at all
Moistens my eyes
My eyelids won’t fall.
Fun with lamps.
Duplicated and turned
Hanging from the ceiling
Shining a light
On the crowded lounge
They move in the breeze
Floating in circles
Describing orbits
Random and round
Looking like a drum kit
Hanging up high.
Feathers in frost,
How crystals grow
Waving and curling
See the cold flow
Other designs
Jack Frost can draw
Painting his marks
They are sublime.
Mallaband-Brown