Tag Archive: nature


~ Men of the sands…. ~

Among the dreams of many

your footsteps wonder light,

Bare feet kick up sand round the fire

sword gleams illustrious and bright,

A soft wind blows down the sand dunes

flares up fine soft sand grains in its wake,

The brilliance of full moon shimmers on the desert

like a lake,

The air tingles with quiet

contemplated prayer,

Tomorrow by first light

you will not have known they were there,

The shadows of the desert

men who footprints they leave none,

A glimps of ghostly echoed flame at night

but no shadows in the sun….

.x.

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~ Dusk…. ~

Gossamer wings

fly in the dusky light,

The sun is setting

it s orange glow brightens the night,

At the edge colours pink

purple gray blue,

Which bleeds into the darker

the night coming through,

The gossamer wings

they dance and they twirl,

Then to close to a candle

they burn and they curl,

The long grass casts black shadows

on the patio stones,

And the stars twinkle out

in the sky from their zones,

The moon rises up

so high in the sky,

Bids the night awakening world

a sleepy time hi,

The wind blows a symphony

of night crawlers and frogs,

The trees take on life

joined by a howl from two dogs,

Two men stand by a bonfire

burning rubbish from the day,

Two women bring them tea

and sandwiches on a tray,

The smoke from the fire

fly’s into the night,

Distracting an owl

in hunters flight,

The gossamer wings

now embers curled on the floor,

And intrude on this night

we will do no more….

 

.x.

~ Five minutes from home…. ~

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Down the sacred path

our journeys end,

Brambles wild and unforgiving

but the path our friend,

Stray from the path

tell me what do you see,

Venture deep in the undergrowth 

butterflies wild soaring free,

Crickets sing symphony’s

dragonflies buzz about,

The birds there are so many

toads they croak and shout,

Field mice scamper

and sleepy eyes gaze,

A stripy cat sunning

no mice chasing content to laze,

Let your breath out slowly

as you look around,

So quiet

afraid to make a sound,

Step back

but as you turn to go,

Five little rabbits

scamper off in a row,

Carry on down the path 

to the archway made of stone,

Who would have guessed peace and tranquillity

not five minutes from home….

 

.x.

So true….

Do you dream….?

.x.

~ In the garden…. ~

The swift he flies                                        

up to the sky,                              

Up past the clouds              

on by on by,                                  

Grey and white clouds                                

pass over head,                                          

Pursued by the wind                                        

they quickly fled,                                        

Like thunder                                      

a Red Arrow passes low,                                      

Then somersaults in the sky                

as it puts on a show,                    

The daises shiver in the wind                      

then a glimpse of the sun,                                

The field a spellbinding sea green                                  

then the magic’s undone,                                    

The children they bounce                                

on the trampoline,                                    

Their own world their own story                                

a sight to be seen,                            

Grey cat sleeps under a bush                              

under a tree on the ground,                          

A warm soft spot                                                    

so comfy he has found,                                            

In the garden at ease                      

a bit of peace and tranquillity,                                          

So calming to be out here                                      

my own little world just me….    

.x.

~ Picture…. ~

lone wolf

 

Footsteps crunch                                                

on fresh fallen snow,                            

The wild river frozen                                      

though underneath there’s still flow,                            

Far below freezing                        

though wind there is none,                            

Stunning white blinds                            

with a glimpse from the sun,                                      

Pine trees boughs laden                            

all heavy and white,                      

A lone wolf laying staring                          

a spectacular sight,                                    

He snorts a breath                                    

in the crisp cool air,                        

Then lets out a howl                                        

that freezes all there,                      

He pads softly off                                        

into the night,                          

And leaves you proud to have pictured                                    

this wondrous sight….

 

.x.

Picture from:-  http://www.galacticrenaissance.com/winter_chills/images/lonewolf.jpg

~ Rain…. ~

~ A feeling….My feeling…. ~

 

Rain falls down                                

in a steady beat,                                

The cats look to the sky                                        

then make a hasty retreat,                                    

But me                                    

my skin just comes alive,                                      

It’s like it was dormant                                          

but with the rain it does thrive,                                          

Standing at the back door                                  

feet getting wet already,                                    

Slowly step into the rain                                    

its getting harder but yet steady,                                

The drops like ice fire                        

they turn me on burn my skin,                                                

Make me gasp shiver shudder                                

awakens something within,                                      

Rain so hard it hit and bounces                                          

off the trampoline and patio,                                  

For this moment I’m outside of time just me and the rain                                  

but too soon I have to go,                                              

Go back in the house                                

get dressed got things to do,                                

Loving this moment stood in my jammies                                          

strappy top soaked thoroughly wet through,                              

There’s something about standing there                             

in the pouring rain,                            

It washes and refreshes                          

makes things new and not the same….                      

 

.x.

 

 

~ The clearing…. ~

 

Stars they shine                                    

on the lake so bright,                                    

Stardust on the water                    

bringing luminescence to this night,                                        

Faeries fly in and out of the dust                                              

as it does fall,                      

Its branches drink the water                              

the willow elegant and tall,                                                

The smell of  chestnut oak, silver birch                                        

and damp soil fill the air,                                

A spider cocoons a moth                    

with never a care,                                    

A symphony by the crickets              

plays at the oak trees base,                                        

A family of bats they listen quietly                                      

eyes closed serene of face,                              

An owl sits on the highest branch                              

looking for a midnight snack,                                                

He spies a small mouse scurrying                        

and with a swoop is on the attack,                          

A lone doe drinks at                              

the waters edge,                            

The stag on the look out                        

stands near the hedge,                                    

Baby bunnies jump in clover                      

some stand and sniff the air,                            

Their mother makes a noise                      

a warning to beware,                            

A magpie flies in                                    

beak full of silver stardust,                                      

To own the things that sparkle                                    

for him is a must,                                              

A male thrush twitches                                        

in his nest,                              

The female keeps their eggs covered                      

but nestles into his chest,                              

The moon shines in this clearing                                

captures this rare sight,                                        

Softest breeze echoes barest words                                         

as mother nature says goodnight….    

                    

.x.

Well Hi…. How are you all? 

I’ve been in a bit of sombre mood the last couple of days and although happy, I just can’t seem to shake it…. I’ve been thinking about my writing and wondering if it all sounds the same? Then I get some fab comments on here and some lovely messages from my email only followers and a wonderful message from a friend that looks in from time to time….  It kinda makes it feel special!!

 So trying to lift my mood and find the inspiration to write some thing that feels really good. It’s raining outside and I love the rain always have, it might just give the inspiration I need? I wonder why we are most critical of what we ourselves write? I’ve read so much on here and am following so many talented people, You all should be proud!!  🙂 

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Moving down the path 

my feet do bleed,                

I’m walking on broken letters                          

but their not what I need,                                  

This path is forever going                                  

and I can’t see the end,                            

At the moment these broken letters                              

are my only friend,                                  

Look up at the dark grey clouds the sky is crying                          

the drops like fire they burn my skin as the darkened sky weeps,                                  

The atmosphere dark and sombre                                

the light and sun sleeps,                                      

My blood keeps on flowing                      

deep into the ground,                                              

And my screams are ripped out in a vortex                              

and the rain lashes down and I’m drowned….

.

.

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Looks like a poem/thought formed after all! Now I need to write and date it in my book!  That’s the first time I have thought of a title before writing the poem!!

Ok I’m off, Have a wonderful day all and I hope the coming week is the best it can be for you all. 

Happy hugs, me.x.

 

.x.

~ Friendship moves on…. ~

 

 

And so it started                                        

with a snowball fight,                                          

When I threw snow at you                              

way past midnight,                                      

You’d got home from work                                              

not long before,                                    

Been in less than 5 minutes                                                  

then back out the door,                                                    

“It’s snowing.” you said                                                            

as you looked at me,                                                    

I moved to the back door                                                                        

so I could see,                                                    

I looked up at the sky                                                                    

couldn’t believe my eyes,                                            

Never seen flakes so big                                                

fall from the skies,                                                

I made a big snowball                                  

threw it at you,                                                              

You gasped at the cold                                                        

but smiled to,                                                    

You closed the door                                                                    

chased me in the snow,                                                  

Made a big ball                                  

ready to throw,                                                            

I ran at you                                                    

try’ed to pull you down,                                        

You lost your balance fell on me                                  

on the snow on the ground….

 

.x.

 

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