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From the arc of rainfall from the sky, To all the birds southwards up high, To all those early mornings, dark, To the absence of that singing lark.
Lie us down. In fields of green. Admiring dew. In its fine sheen. Chasing sand dunes. Laughter. Smiles. Coldest flesh. On coldest tiles. Warm warm showers. Hot drinks and food. Winter's coming.
"Roses are red, Violets are blue, midnight is wonderland and thinking is true.At night its sparkle and day its crushed and dawn is warming through sight and night its wind go slow its heat grows...
Onyx black eyes twinkled out at the glistening, snowy wonderland. Glittering, pearl white snow formed the silent snowman. Delicate, crystal snowflakes cascaded onto the shimmering, frozen head.
The sky is grey and heave The woods are dark and cold, Most leaves have fallen to the ground Between the moss and mold.
#colourchallenge Brown is my second favourite colour Second only to black It compliments the golden tones of my hair That drapes all the way down my back Brown and its colour family Decorate the...
I open up the cobwebbed door, As a hurl of cold wind attacks my face, I step outside onto the squelching doormat, And set my eyes upon this 'November place'.
Darkness likes November November likes its darkness. Time for surrender And sleep for months restless.
Love is blind You paint my mind, We're did it go. Cherry blossom round it go. The birds tweet softly in my mind, then swoop behind. The radio screeched to blues and rock.
This is was my first, and thus far only, attempt at writing a sonnet. The sun hides its face from the winter dance As the sleeping sprites of cold fall to earth.
The day brings beautiful sunlighT. Harbouring the moon the night is nigH. Each star helps create a perfect scenE. Sunshine brings joy with every BeeM. Under the moon there's not much you won't dO.
Stunning bed of well-foliated carpet blooms; Vivid hues of yellow, pink and apple blossom. Ashen rose beneath the forest's hovering gloom, With its spines, dearly I hold nigh my bosom.
#colour #silver Silver is the moonlight, And silver is the sky, Silver-lining is the clouds, Silver's where I lie.
Jagged claws rip at the crumbling, marble ruins. Crystal clear water cascades down ragged rock. Indigo eyes glare through the radiant, amber sunlight.
Lush green leaves turn to copper, amber and gold. Floating down to the ground as the Autumn wind blows. Red Japanese Maple trees unleash their fiery tones.
I lurch through the field, stumbling and tripping,. In my clumsy striped wellies, slipping,. But nothing can prevent me from reaching you,. The air is icy and scented,.
The earthy smell that's underfoot, The night that draws in cold. The spiders that seek refuge here, And sit on carpet bold. The berries ripened in the hedgerow, For birds and child alike.
Red and burgundy leaves floating gently down,. Summer no longer wears the season crown,. Autumn falls, a serene orange haze,. A burst of colour through the coloured maze,.
Sleek grey dolphins dance through the fierce mediterranean sea. Ink black scales flash under the searing crimson sun as the deadly scorpion scuttles across scorching gold sand.
Whip of lightning, crack of rain, A sheet of thunder, down again, The midnight clouds engulf the sky, As, one by one, the ravens die.
Blissful crunch of. Leaves underfoot,. The texture of. An autumn walk,. Umber, orange,. Red and gold,. Burn against. Blue skies with. A hint of steel,. A little chill. Blown in from. Winter's future,.
#nature A world reflected within its orb Of crystal glass that God has poured So delicately hung from blade with grace Holds shimmering promise in embrace.
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This leather sky is a passport for frosts Inked by wheeling crows. Summer, absent-minded as it goes Scatters gold behind to cover costs.