Under seven trees,
Branches entwined
Roots tangled
One organism
Whole
Someone planned them
Years ago
Someone pulled them
Into a hide or tent
Someone cared for them
Now they are a wonder
In Trentham Park.
Under seven trees
Tag: Poetry
Brown
Brown is boring
Brown’s like grey
Such a shame
Is there no way
To be exciting
On a cold wet day
It looks so drab.
But a shaft of sunlight
Brightener of all
Lifts it to Golden brown
Or the colour of copper kettles
Bronzed or even brassy
Makes me happy
Brown can be sassy
Four am view
Looking out at four am
Through steamed window
The view is obscured
By a dying plant
(sadly too cold)
A cat doorstop
Cat food
A wind up radio
And a cow creamer.
Very random.
Too tired to rhyme.
Autumn leaves
Autumn leaves leave the trees, wind blows and bowls them along the gutters. They flutter madly, sadly the end of summer edges away.
Sunshine strikes through low, dark grey clouds. Holds my eye as light streams by. Sky shimmers blue, high domed hue. Birds are leaving, wings weaving across the air.
Full of delicious fruit, trees reveal their loot of apples, pears, and sweet chestnuts fair. Mists and frosts, with mushrooms and toadstools found in field and woods.
Nature’s good, it gives and takes. It feeds at harvest time, crops gathered in, the end of summer win. And all the time, those leaves spin.
Spider, beware!
I don’t mind spiders, snakes or bugs
Sometimes I like to give them hugs.
At Halloween I feel quite itchy
When creepy crawlies make me twitchy.
Arachnophobia, I hear you say?
But give those bugs another day.
They eat up flies, or rotting veg
You find around the gardens edge.
This silly poem now must end
A witches cauldron, over it I bend.
Gemini
Half of me was wrenched away
Just six weeks ago, today
Now you’re gone through that door
And I will see your face no more,
We weren’t close, but still I knew
My life and yours, linked as two
Souls that shared a single birth
Both of us, a childhoods hearth.
Still I think you will call me up
We’ll talk a while over a cup
Or two of tea, and a scone
But really I know you’re gone.
I can’t forget, but I will begin
To think you’re in the sky, a star, my twin.
Clouds
Clouds spread across the sky
Small ones grow
Darken and throw
Water darts onto the ground
Streaming rain falls down
Clouds disintegrate
As sunset arrives.
Without clouds the earth grows cold.
Frost fixed white on the ground
Then floating high
More clouds arrive
In our skies..
Low sun
When the sun slides down the sky
And the birds start to fly
South to the warmth
Of far off climbes
We see the light shine
Low in the sky
Piercing the leaves
As they yellow and fade.
Fruits are ripening
Apples wind falling
Garden spiders shimmering
In sunlight and cold rain.
Cats
Cats seem to be a theme in my sketchbook at the moment.
I love cats
Their eyes
Their whiskers
The shapes they make
The fun they create
Bouncing and pouncing
Bounding and jumping
Faces all furry
Twisting and whirling
They cheer my soul!
Solarised
Another filter
Another day
Another drawing
With which to play.
Some of them work
Some of them don’t
But without trying?
You never learn nowt!
(Nowt in The UK is slang for nothing)….
Mallaband-Brown 