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When Winter wind wistles and blows Bending trees, snapping boughs, like matchsticks torn asunder When Winter wind wistles and blows Bending trees, snapping boughs, like matchsticks torn...
In the grey and misty morning, When crawling from your bed, Its natural infusion, Will clear your weary head, And in the deepest dark of night, Come stormy wind and rain, It will warm your...
Rain. Down from the heavens it crashes, like soldiers parachuting from a plane.
As the snow melted I wept in awe. I jumped in the air and Yelled: Yippee. at the top of my voice. OMG I said, I see green again. Could it be for real. or Just a figment of my imagination.
The scene from my window. Is covered in white. The streets are aglow. Such a wonderful sight. Still sprinkles are floating. And falling to ground. So beautifully coating. The greens and the browns.
Down the river, Sat a young girl. Very pretty, With her light golden curls. She gazed upon the unknown sky, Chocolate brown eyes, That showed no lies.
Ok, so I haven't had a long life. But, who says that's what its all about. I've had a full life. Of course I haven't done everything. I don't know anyone who has.
Ok, so I haven't had a long life. But, who says that's what its all about. I've had a full life. Of course I haven't done everything. I don't know anyone who has.
I met a snowman on my way, Just the other day, I said hello and how are you, But he hadn't much to say.
(Inspired by the Kate Bush track '50 Words for Snow', from the album of the same name.) Wilful winter winds will blow Here's 50 phrases for the snow.
The snowflakes fall White whispers Like the softest kisses Melt as they land With grace and beauty Frozen ballerinas that ...
Snow sparkles outside my window. Ice gleams in the bright sunshine Crystalized trees glimmer It will go away, sometime. For now, the snowmen wave at me. Sleds make patterns in white fluff.
Ice outside my window. Silent grip of iron. Creaking, cracking, groaning. An ancient, age old song. Swirls and whirls and ferns of frost. Sparkle in the moonlight. Every single drip and drop.
A hefty day, Lots of words to say, So on a lighter note, I'm jumping on the happy boat, Rivers trickle into the sea, Birds fly, animals call out to winters glee, The sun shines it's hazy hue, That...
The smell of wet earth and general dank filled her nostrils. The sky had only just finished its weeping. The stones jutted up from the ground like manmade stalagmites. On each was a name.
Don't hate my hating. It's pretty and it's white, So fluffy it might seem, The colour of untainted white, Like clouds or like a dream. Reality hits hard though.
#OpussWeeklyChallenge #freeverse Swan from a river walked, on one broken foot, tried, to reach the river bank climbed, up, but struggled to find a route, a way, a path, through to the larger lake...
#bestofopuss (my favourite to write) Wind chimes on a stormy night, If you wish, come true it might. Spinning, swirling, Twisting, twirling, They sing like angels, they soar like kites.
drip. drop. the rain lightly hits the grey worn out pavement. drip. drop. i look up at the sky and find rain clouds. a light, smokey, grey color that seems to mean no harm.
#nightdwellers Seas of back and white and grey, Rise of Night and fall of Day. I look around as the colours fade, From white to a much darker shade.
A deadly assassin, Sweeping across the sky, A streak of cobalt, Starts to intensify. The blackest of blacks, Enveloping all life, Tearing the sky, With the sharpest of knives.
splish splash. a noise interrupts me from my reading beside the window. splish splash. i hear the noise again. the sound comes from outside the window.
Penguins, I love you. Black & White, Just as it should be. Know your place, And stay there permanently. Grey & overcast, Raining occasionally. Never complaining, Persevering amazingly.
Introduction: It is a little know fact that on the 15th day in July, females of a certain species of spider lay their eggs.