Late Walk
After the hard rain Sun is coming back Trying to give is some sun and warmth just before setting.
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After the hard rain Sun is coming back Trying to give is some sun and warmth just before setting.
A rabbit in the green. White and so clean. It jumps free. And the woods where it would be. It jumps around. And it hears every sound. White and fluffy with a pink nose. It's cute and everyone knows.
Out on the rock I spread my arms The sea and the world Beneath me Urged on by cliffs You said something But the wind Laughed too loud In my ears and playfully Hid my breath from me.
You force my house to creek As you try to blow it down. But you are no wolf, And this is no straw town. You can break some branches of trees, This little valley won't hurt for it.
Oh in the night the spiders dance, weaving their webs with pure strands of silver silk and later when the morning comes, dew will hang from it like tiny diamonds glistening in the early morning light.
The rising moon gentles the night, Softens the stars glittering bright, Tucking cloaks of shadowy robes Into the hillsides rippling folds.
Jump real high and touch a tree, dip a toe into the sea. Take a breath and look up high, have a swim, you'll soon be dry. Sun is shining gorgeously, solid earth is under me.
What I see in front of me. Bank of wild flowers, a busy bee. A gently twisting tidal bore. And loads of fag ends on the floor. Trees that give their precious shade. Some worker ants out on parade.
Let me whisper in your ear my dear of things that oft transpire when shadows long and toads do song and stars begin to fire. The space between the here and there when stillness does descend.
Embraced by branches,. Dressed in leaves,. Enlightened by sunlight,. Chest filled with a breeze,. Eyes of molten silver,. Chocolate smooth skin,. A sigh to enchant all,. Birdsong played with violin,.
#sixwords Improv @misslittleDHP. On the very edge of land,. Stands a bare, old tree so grand,. Golden leaves have fallen,. Its genes sent away in pollen,. A magnificent sight to see,.
Lay under the tree of a thousand stars, It's beauty unmatched by Venus and Mars. The soft white flowers twinkle in the night, Showing their wonder, shining so bright.
Challenge set by@eddie12309. I saw this beautiful poppy. Bent down to see it close. I love the fragility of its petals. Almost see through like a ghost. The sweet smell of poppies.
Wandering through the meadow alone, Listening to the melancholy tone. The long grass sways, the flowers dance, Time on my own to be cherished while I still have chance.
Staring out at the ocean, Watching waves do their motion, With the smell of sea air, Nothing else can compare.
Raindrops on the window, A spiderweb of tears, The patter on the rooftops, Everybody hears. Delicately falling down, Rain for all to see, Catching all the droplets, On the branches of a tree.
Poem I wrote in 2009, that was inspired by Betsy Byers' book, 'The Midnight Fox' Out of the darkness came a fox, A black fox, Her fur like midnight, Her eyes like stars.
The beauty of it all, Coexistence with ease. The roar of waterfalls, And the coolness of the breeze.
The shadows cast over my head. The arms surround me now in dread. As they wrap around stroking me tender. I feel myself weak I surrender. To nature my earthly mother. My one and only constant lover.
As the sisters Take their flight The dark feathers fading From our sight As they soar high Into the air All humans do Is stand and stare.
Low primal growl, I respond to that howl. Paws hit the floor, Ears twitching more. Pack found, I prowl. Hunting again, night owl. Prey taken, eaten raw. First by alpha, that's law.
The sun took my hand. Led me to the sand. The waters edge was close. The blue tickled my toes. My toes curled up. Not much...just enough. A little bit playfully. With the kiss of the sea.
Beautiful butterfly Yet you have no colour Will they still call you beautiful When you look like no other.
A Dark Cloud is building, Fattening in the Summer heat, looming in the west As the gusty winds intensify.