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I wondered off I found myself on a small hill I could see the harbor So beautiful in the winter I kept going Closer and closer Soon enough I was standing On the frozen lake I took a picture To...
Whether or not. We'll always have weather. Sometimes cold and sometimes hot✨. Days of freezing gentle snow. Icy winds that blow and blow. Fog and mist that deadens sound⛄.
Sick of the dark, sick of the cold Hate the depressing flat gray Aches and pains, feel so old I hate living this way Work, problems and stress All I seem to remember What an ugly, common mess All...
I've had my winter holiday And returned to this small isle The spring should be with us now But instead the weathers vile The crocuses show their heads To signal spring is on its way Daffodils are...
Sitting on a chair, Looking out a window, Thinking about everything, Wondering what my life had to show.
#sundayrepost E ntwine then multiply, V ast numbers are created. Only useful traits applied, L ess useful ones are faded. U pholding all the good, T o make the future stronger.
The stars in the sky. The earth below. The sea so deep. The flowers grow. The fire in flame. The ice so cold. The animals new. The trees so old. The sunset beauty. The shining cats eye.
I am the rain,. I live in the clouds,. I'm wet and miserable,. Bringing rain to the crowds,. Sometimes a little sprinkle,. Sometimes a quick shower,. Sometimes Im here all day,.
A chilly breeze whips bare trees, Traces in the pure white ground. Some cold nips at hidden skin, And loneliness is abound. No birds out to chirp and sing, Fish are trapped under ice sheets.
It started as snow But turned into rain Falling forever No melt quite the same. Dancing in the sky But tumbling to the ground Frozen,now thawed It made a wet sound. Dropping, so delicately...
#nature. #season. I am the lonely leaf,. That falls solitary from the tree,. Alone and drifting to the ground,. For passers by to step on me,. I am no longer with my friends,.
Smile at the moon At the stars At the sun. Smile 'cos you're not the only one. Smile at the waterfalls The rivers The sea. Smile 'cos this is how it's supposed to be.
Innocent, lovable little thing, Oh the joy that you can bring, Forever you're the sign of spring, Frolicking in your dancing ring.
The sun beams down upon the morning dew. Beauty captured by seasons passing. It's rays refuelling weakened souls. Melancholy replaced with laughing. The warmth from such a powerful source.
#nightdwellers. It gently glides. Not needing to flap. More than once of twice. A minute. Suddenly. It begins to fly. Upward. Higher, higher. Until it reaches. Such a height. That the air is thin.
#Sundayrepost Let me whisper in your ear my dear of things that oft transpire when shadows long and toads do song and stars begin to fire.
Today has vowed a sky of cloud; a frivolous shroud: no daylight, or joy, or beauty allowed. Much of the day has wasted away in such a way, the birds, the people, have nothing to say.
I rush about from place to place To find somewhere to hide Screaming my soul's displeasure To those whom I pass by.
Two little dicky birds sitting on a wall One quite short and the other quite tall Although they were different their hearts were as one For they loved each other as much as anyone Spring in the...
Come join in this natural dance we seek. Where the air is crisp and evil is weak. Come sing this morning rendition together. Where our harmony has power over mother natures weather.
I'm desperate. I'm a madman. I can't wait. Spring is so close and I just can't wait to throw open the windows and welcome it in. I can see daffodils poking up everywhere around me.
Hello Mr Magpie, Sitting pretty up there, There's people sad because of you, But you seem not to care.
Darkness welcomed, With the coming of the moon, Stars befriended, Our dreams end soon, Night has beauty, Majority missed, Owls on duty, Midnight kissed.
Miracle me,. Just find me a sparrow,. Believe,. It will sing it's song at dawn, it's. Melody. So beautiful, that my heart soars,. Maladies. Lost in a tune from childhood,. Breathes.