Poems

Wintertime Tree

Wintertime tree, just look at you!
Magnificent there, with your wild hairdo!
Devoid of plumage, there’s little sound,
Until the burly wind roars round!
But lucky you, although you’re old,
You won’t be permanently bald!
Seasons change, and so will you,
Another day, another do!

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Little Lanterns

Little Lanterns

Little lanterns light the way,
Capture sunbeams while they play,
See them bouncing, orange & yellow,
Late noon dims, bleached colours, mellow.
Soon your glowing hue will quell,
Where tiny creatures strive to dwell.

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Curious Skeletons

Mother nature’s delicate lace,
Lies dying, decaying, free from grace.
Each beauteous stitch so fine, so neat,
A marvel, flawless, in defeat.
An empty mosaic that once was whole,
A piece-less jigsaw’s, segments stole.
Gone, the succulence and the sheen,
Gone, the countless shades of green.

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Ice Diamonds

Ice Diamonds

Like soft angel hair caught on gnarled twigs & hedges,
With ice-diamonds scattered by cherubs on sledges.
Listen intently, hear the squeals of delight,
As they dance, prance & play, unseen, in the light,
Twirling & swirling, red cheeks all aglow,

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Bewitched By All The Elements

Bewitched by all the elements,
The tousled hair, the cold, red nose,
Small price to pay for the magic path to dampened cheeks & frozen toes.
Hurrah for snowflakes tickling my chin, that sit on my eyebrows, then melt on my skin!
Rejoice as the wind blows strong & uncouth, though it wrinkles my face & steals my youth,
Dance free in the rain & forget who’s around,
If it’s heavy enough deep puddles will be found!
Feel the eerie mystery of grey mist & fog,
Scary shadows & sounds, wide-eyed face all agog!
Then open your arms, feel the warmth, so adored,
Close your eyes, & enjoy the sun’s rays..your reward!

30th January 2019

Poems

The Stranger

St Cynllo's Church

I wrote this poem after being inspired by a beautiful cross headstone in the church graveyard. I love the art nouveau design, & how the moss & lichen cling to the stone, adding to its character of age. It made me wonder about the person who lies below. It’ll most likely still be there long after I’ve gone, so other generations of our changing world will also never meet the individual, but may also be curious about them & how they lived their life. The other grave caught my eye, as the sun shone directly on it, this morning. However, today is also Holocaust Memorial Day in the UK, so it seems appropriate to share. …………………………………………………………..

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The Mirror

Life can seem like reflections,
A complete, aligned universe,
Something the same, only different,
A blessing, or maybe a curse.
Another place, happening all over,
We’re certain we’ve seen it before,
Look carefully into the image,
Is it the same, are you sure?
One is straightforward & sturdy,
The other takes on a new form,
There’s ripples, rubbed lines, jagged edges,
Far from the strong, from the norm.

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Where Do Moles Go In The Snow?

Where do moles go in the snow?
Does anyone see, does anyone know?
Their little hands must be frozen blue,
With all that digging they have to do!
I think they need some tiny wellies,
Mini hot water bottles warming their bellies,
Beanie hats to cover their heads,
Soft, down quilts to line their beds.
Extra thermal, strong, wee gloves,
That should help the velvety loves.

24th January 2019

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The Pencil

The present has the moment, though written by the past,
The future has the pencil and is running forward, fast!
Sometimes there is learning, sometimes there is fun, sometimes there is sorrow, how it all rolls into one.
Our story, how we got here, how we’re living,
will go on,
So take the pencil, future, & draw how you have won!
The pavements could be narrow, the thoughts be halcyon, the roads still long & travelled..but far too soon, are gone!

21st January 2019

Poems

Snowflake

Crisp, gentle snowflake, gracefully down, you float.
Meandering on chilly breeze
In ornate, frozen coat.
Your lightening-white, bright plumage,
Plumping up the ground,
Can you help make the softest pillow ever to be found?
It pains that such a stunning form can disappear from view,
A downy feather falling, swirling, whispering, “Adieu!”
This tiny winter wonderland and all the joy it brings,
A fleeting moment caught in time, replaced by angel wings.

18th January 2019