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Winter is a frosty time Full of balls of snow Because of all the icy roads There is nowhere to go. Spring comes afterwards. A fresher, newer time Easter eggs and flavours Such as orange lemon...
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.
Walking through the Christmas lights, And lit up by the stars, Seeing clouds across the sky, And the golden glow of Mars.
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.
Summer and spring has been and gone, Now autumn and winter will take so long, The cold brittle air, And the dampness is of course very fare.
Long nights and short days, When will summer be here again. Cold wind, snow and rain, I've constantly got the flu and I'm in pain. Thick socks, boots and hats, No more buzzing nats.
So Halloween is DEAD and gone, Town's a SKELETON of streets, Filled with mess from last night out, With LIFELESS husks of sweets...
The most wonderful time of the year, Or so that's what they say. A time where all share happiness, Me, I count down the days. No longer a child, though still long for the day, When the jolly St.
Winter is coming The majestic trees lose their rich, red robes, Leaving them bare, exposing their bones. Their skeletal arms tremble in the grey, Delivering moans and grunts of dismay.
It's the first of October when the witches come. Swooping on brushes looking too glum. With their evil eyes. Lookin at the sky. With their pointy noses. Looking at roses. With their crackly smile.
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.
#colourchallenge #october #household #blue #wine Farewell September, For blue mint to climb, Now a navy frost sky, And a dark mulled spice wine.
Bronze and russet Golden brown Yellow and orange Lay on the ground Fungus and moss Lichen and mould Bark that has fallen From trees ancient and bold Pretty pink wellygogs Hot chocolate,...
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.
Autumns touch. Fades the colors. Seep into my hands. Your beauty leaks. Wither and die. Sleep underground. Autumns touch. Brings new colors. Browns and reds. A neutral picture. Slowly falling.
Another day, aglow in. The light of early autumn. Ticks by, carefree and willing,. Unrelenting in its beautiful. Slow death,. Reaching out and peeling reddened. Leaves from the bony fingers of trees,.
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,.
The days are getting shorter. The nights longer. The air is getting so much colder. Soon you'll even see when you breathe. Time to snuggle up. Toasty and warm. A blanket tucked around you.
The log fire crackles in the gloom Charred wood smoke blows about the room Outside a wind batters all that stands As autumn reclaims its precious lands Darkness shrinks the length of day Seasons...
The time is coming, The shadows are lengthening. The days are lessening and The darkest nights are arriving... The gates are opening, If ever so slowly. 36 days 13 hours 45 minutes in counting.
The evenings are cooler now. Time to snuggle up each night. With either a snugly blanket. Or holding a loved one tight. The skies are clear and bright. The stars can be seen everywhere.
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,.
The turning of the hands, And the changing of the days, And the blazing flame of smoky scarlet, Sets alight the maze.