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Down by riverside road, Where the water is cool And the people are young, So they all go to school. Down by riverside road, Where the starlings squawk And the crabs just scuttle Instead of walk.
Bright tangerine sun sparkling like a diamond. Sitting by myself on an icy cold seat. Gentle, sweet wind. Hitting my little, pink face. Not a word was said for the longest time.
I stand in awe of the flourished forest The beauty around is at its most purist From the plant life surrounding, and the animals scurrying The only words I could say is that it's completely...
The full moon glistens in the sky,. Eerie feeling and werewolves cry,. Misty patterns etched in the darkness,. Like smoke stains created by an artist,. Silence resumes followed by the cry of an owl,.
A tropical, island-scented breeze,. Caressed upon the mellow seas,. Alive with blue-green emerald waves,. Which crashed upon the bejewelled caves,. Upon the island thrived, exotic and lush,.
Subconciously inspired by Robert Frost's "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening" (I realized it towards the end).
With a clenched fist I crushed amethyst, In the palm of my hand lies purple sand, The wind blew a kiss, Upon the ground it did land, Imagine a beach made of this...
As dawn breaks the sky,. The birds let off their morning cry,. I sit and watch the sun rise,. Dropping its dark guise,. A light dusting of ice,. Crisp and white looks rather nice,.
Eerily, beautiful jade lights dance over the glistening, white sapphire pools. Emerald illumination sparkles on the icy, ivory snow. Ribbons of curling viridian patterned the frozen night.
#adventchallenge. I C I C L E. C L. I C. C I. L.C. Ei. I look out of the window. in the morning light. Across the top of the conservatory. I see you icicles holding tight.
#adventchallenge Shards of icy, crystalline teeth, Biting down, in a reflective wreath. Kaleidoscopic strands of blood, Stained colourless in the icy flood.
#adventchallenge Harsh, glasslike, cold & blue, You come at night. Sparkling, chilled, solid & pretty, Bathed in the morning light. Trees, houses, garages & cars, You care not to what you tether.
Sitting within my walls of glass. Hot cup of tea in hand. I wait for the sun to rise. Over this green and pleasant land. Each morning this week. I have welcomed the low winter sun.
Darkness wraps around us, Trying to squeeze all the goodness from our bones , This phase is to test us, See if we break , break down .
The sky's on fire with red and green, A mass of colours I've never seen. I woke at dawn and here I stand, The moon and sun, both hand in hand.
There are no mushroom circles where I reside No faries skip and dance inside But out on the fells cloaked in heather and scree as rucked and battered as the hills is an old oak tree.
#adventchallenge The cold is here My friends are too Although I haven't seen them Robins where are you.
#adventchallenge Plump baby robin, Sitting on the branch, Bobbing around, Feathers all blanched. A chest of crimson, A back of chestnut brown, An innocent little face, Wearing a frosty crown.
A silhouette in sunrise, A scene from another time, A mighty stag on the hill, Antlers of multiple tine.
#adventchallenge A million baby snowmen, float gently to the ground; So innocent and magical, they make not a single sound.
#adventchallenge. Blissfully beautiful. The view from my window. When the trees and the grass. Are covered in snow. Like the softest white clouds. Have all fallen down. Landing so gracefully.
Once, I beheld the spring-time trees and I Marvelled at their colours: greens, browns, purples - A festive trinity - adorned the leaves. The showers came and went while the trees grew.
What a lovely afternoon. The sun low in the sky. Trees coloured aflame. As wispy clouds float gently by. The tide has long departed. Mud flats are revealed. Waders pick for food.
I saw a waterfall Go cascading down There were rainbows sparkling on the mist Dancing on each rounded drop I watched them go And thought to myself, "how much I would like to do that too!" Tumbling...