The days will get colder
We will huddle more
Keep warm,
But open the windows!
Fight off illness
Be more thoughtful
Consider others
Work wirh people more
Avoid making Resolutions
Wait and see what happens
At least it won’t be 2020!
Tag: Poetry
Silhouette
A view across the snowy allotments from yesterday. The posts of the gateway and metal spikes on the top protruding up into the darkening sky. The pathway through the allotments is visible because the metal dars are bent at the top.
The year turns
Soon old man will be gone
Baby year will renew
Shadows of the old year
Still overwhelming…..
Commandments for today.
Thou shalt not
Meet more than one person from another household.
Travel from your tier to another tier
Visit relatives in nursing homes
Have a party for New Year’s Eve
Visit non essential shops
Buy too much toilet roll
Go out without a mask
Thou shall
Wear a mask
Wash your hands
Maintain a social distance
Buy just enough toilet roll
(well it has been a s***** year!)
Apologies if this is offensive.
Another one
Another pattern
Another flower
Right in the middle
Of the picture
Another branch
From another tree
Tangling round the corner
Knots of branches
Tighten round
Leaves are glistening green
Another day
Another noon
Sunlight and snow abound.
When life gives you lemons
When life gives you lemons
Leave them to rot
Forget lemonade
I like it, not!
When life gives you lemons
You know its getting sour
Your feeling down
And your temper is dour.
When life gives you lemons
Have a good cry
Remember that all of us
Are born to die.
When life gives you lemons
Make something nice to eat
Pancakes with sugar and lemon
Really do taste sweet!
Brr
Reflecting again
Houses climb the hill
Roses and ivy climb the walls
Snow dusted hedges
And bright shining rooves
I can almost hear
Reindeer hooves
Clambering over
Cold icy snow.
Imagine a landscape
Frozen below.
Seasons greetings
Seasons come and seasons go
Sometimes wind and gales blow
Winter comes the cold is sharp
Spring time and the singing lark.
Fills the world with sweet delight
But the spring soon takes its flight
Summer time comes round again
Sometimes hot, sometimes with rain.
Flowers bloom and butterflies flit
Through the world all brightly lit
Later days get old again
Leaves they fall in autumn rain
Waiting till the end of year
Darkness comes but no fear
Always after winter comes
spring arrived with glorious blooms.
Never too many
Books, books,
Glorious books
Never too many
For stirring the blood
So follow me
follow me
Up to the library
And there we
shall wallow
In glorious Books!
(after the song ‘Mud mud glorious mud’ by Flanders and Swann).
In the sky
Green
Floating
Upwards
Amid grey billows.
Like green dragons
Frogs
Or flattened chickens.
Strange creatures
Caught in a net of cloud…
Wassail
Drink mulled cider
Dance and turn
beat the apple bough
Sing and burn
Fires to fight
And defeat the dark
Bring good fortune
To the bark.
Wassail the folk
Who sing in praise
A happy new year
And prosperity raise.
Remembered wassail
But not this time
Socially distanced
Won’t be the same.
Mallaband-Brown 