Summer breeze dreams



Summer breeze heeds the

Whispering reeds;  signature

Like shadows tell tales.

Dancing Kitten Tails


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Even though bitter winds can make me cringe:
Tears fall like salty streams.
Dancing kitten tails, ginger tinged,
Soft and kissed by sunshine beams.

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I love this time of year when the sunshine peeps through the charcoal trees, lighting up the beautiful Hazel catkins and dancing on the trees. Sometimes taking a photograph can be challenging when it’s cold and windy and I have to sweep away the tears!

Willowherb whiskers


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Lavender tinted pillows

Of wild water mint,

Reach over the banks.

Willowherb whiskers

Hissing in the sweet

Seasonal breeze.

Teasels and sensual

Seeds drift

Like a misty moon.

Whimsically wandering

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Whimsically wandering Along the Colne, Not far from home, Whimsically wandering, Pondering: Longing for the Kingfisher to Sing, Wishing for Deer To appear. daisies Gently treading: Daisies for A fairy wedding And nettle flowers Pretty nettle petals. Settling by the Weeping Willow, weeping willow Velvet Violets By my pillow. Humbled by Bumblebees; Entranced by Trees. So much to See.

NaBloPoMo:Winter weaver


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Winter weaves
Dreams of
Summer’s lush
Leaves;
Autumn’s sanguine
Song,
Breathing meanly
Cooling
The land.

Winter weaves
Willows’ writhe;
Hazels’ howl;
Vixens’ prowl;
Squirrels squeal;
Hawks scream.
Deer dream.

Winter weaves
A breaching
River race:
Herons’ watch,
Gracefully.

Winter weaves
Barren branches
Reaching;
Cerulean skies
Fleeting.
Dreaming.
Weaving.

National blog post a day month

NaNoWriMo: Writer’s rooms


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I’m still trying to plan my novel and select a title, which is proving to be deflating.  So by going back to my roots as a poet and photographer, hopefully, I’ve created my writer’s room which will inspire me and others to turn those emerging thoughts into a book. Or maybe I should stick to poetry!  I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Little river rooms,
Where writer’s ideas
Loom;
Thoughts stray
Throughout the day.
Scribbled ripples,
Wandering riddles,
Flirtatious leaves,
Sensational reflections,
Reeds and deeds.
National blog posting month
National Novel Writing Month

Weekly photo challenge: Horizon


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Welcoming weekend
ramblers
Sauntering;
Sunny faces
Seeping fading
Sleepy rays,
Catching the
Final glimpse
of gliding
Swans
And
Sweeping
Gulls
Before
The horizon
Melts
Like a
Golden,
Caramelized
Butter sauce.

This poem and photo is my response to post a days photo challenge,’horizon’,  We thought the day was going to possibly be one of the final, sunny, warm days of the year: it was indeed and the whole world seemed to turn out to enjoy an afternoon stroll. The photo was taken by the river near Hertford, Hertfordshire.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/10/29/weekly-photo-challenge-horizon

Weekly Photo Challenge: Saturated Autumnal Reflections


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An unseasonally
Satiating warm spell,
Enhances saturated
Rusting hues like
Pheasants’
Plumage.

This week’s challenge is to show saturation in a photograph. I couldn’t resist taking this one, I hope you enjoy it and my little poem!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Saturated

Weekly writing challenge: a pinch of you


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Spice of Life

Sweet, sultry
Cinnamon;
Bright, warm
Tumeric;
Soul shining
Star anise;
Gentle, nurturing
Cardamom;
Energetic, fun-loving
Paprika;
Twirl, sprinkle,
Enjoy enticing aromas,
Ready for your
Special
Recipe.

This week’s writing challenge from the daily post, inspires us to write a recipe about ourselves, which ingredients makes the writer in us ‘cook’ our novels or poetry.  I hope you enjoy mine.

I’ve had a problem recently receiving comments in my spam box and also my wordpress friends tell me they sometimes find my comments in their spam box. I believe it’s happening to a few of us, which is a shame, so folks don’t forget to check your spam.

Salty sailing dream


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Beached boats,
Huddled, hoping
To sail with
The incoming
Tide.

A dreamy flotilla
Follows creeks
Through
The salt marshes,
Meditatively
Meandering.

Bitterns hoot,
Black headed
Seagulls squark,
Salty,
Sea Lavender
Seduces
Sailors.

Southerly breezes
Fill mainsails
And jibs;
Shimmering
Seaspray spits
On faces
Dried by
Samphire,
Salty
Winds.

Naturally
Heeling,
Sailors intuitively
Right their boats
As rippling
Waters
Rhythmically
Slap
Against
Their bows.

Painterly colourful,
Pristine regatta
Proudly,  powers
Out to sea
Where
Sea faring
Story
Filled clouds,
Meet
The Ocean.