The Waterfall
Water roars over soaking rocks, Falling faster towards the bottom. Sunlight tints it along the way, With leaves floating, for it's autumn. Aqua slices as it heads down, Also slides over all it can.
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Water roars over soaking rocks, Falling faster towards the bottom. Sunlight tints it along the way, With leaves floating, for it's autumn. Aqua slices as it heads down, Also slides over all it can.
#colourchallenge #jade That colour, in between the receding blue sky, And the sunset. That colour, mesmerisingly plain, Silvery-green.
Standing on the edge The light coming out from behind me And the darkness before me The stars. The normal bright array of them Now forgotten behind the murky haze of the cloud filled sky The moon.
The field behind my house was endless Reaching out into forever through a haze of lime green And impossible gold, like dust sprinkled On the surface of a lacquered table that gleams Beneath...
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.
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.
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.
A beautiful smear of colour, Streaming across the sky, Against a dark grey canvas, The bleakness seemingly dies.
Glistening, crystal clear water cascades like shimmering, diamonds. Shining rock forms awe inspiringly, beautiful carvings. The strikingly, stunning underwater world stands frozen in stone.
The clear blue sky was a nice shade of soft blue, with swirling clouds. White doves flew around like on watch Flowers sat together in bunches, waiting to be picked.
Vibrant emerald grass shimmers and glistens with diamond drops of crystal clear dew. Dazzling golden rays of sun illuminate the vibrant world.
#movement. Ambling in Ambleside. Autumnal air on my face. Alone with my ample aspirations. Absolutely ace. An amble in autumn. An appreciation of awe-inspiring appeal. Awash with ambers and auburn.
Night sapphires,. Day emeralds,. In between worlds. Reaching for diamonds,. Embedded with rhinestones,. Ruins of rubies & jewels,. Crushed into glittering dust,. Tarnished crown.
The windswept leaves. Hovered around my feet. Autumnal air. Had come to greet. Foliage change. Like Chameleon leafage. The boughs of trees. Bend like a rickety bridge. Natures offering.
Red and yellow painted leaves Hang idly within the trees They break and sail Along in the breeze As fires of autumns time.
I went to Wales on a family holiday. A place renowned for its sheep. Fuzzy and bleating. In a place with no central heating. Halfway up a mountain. My excitement I could not contain.
Soft grass silenced my footfall as I ran dancing through the trees. Jade green leaves caressed my face and hair as I delightedly twirled by.
#youngwritershousehold I watched the beautiful sunset, It's colours bold and bright, It meant daytime would fade away, And turn into the night.
As I look out from my window, I see sliding down the pane, Little moisture beads of water, From a morning rain.
The wind is silent. As silent as the birds that are deep in rest Awaiting the golden hue to be cast over the mountain crest.
#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,.
Little but loud in the crowd, Wales stands strong and proud. Daffodils stand on the sun, To remind everyone to just have fun. Listen, listen can you hear, Our valley accent is strong and clear.
I can see a view so grand. Just a piece of this pleasant land. A field of green and waters still. Waders fishing with their bill. Insects buzzing round a tree. Seagulls swooping, wild and free.
It was a cold, icy day. The ground was frozen and breath formed a rising mist.