Whispering reeds; signature
Like shadows tell tales.
Even though bitter winds can make me cringe:
Tears fall like salty streams.
Dancing kitten tails, ginger tinged,
Soft and kissed by sunshine beams.
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!
Along the Colne, Not far from home, Whimsically wandering, Pondering: Longing for the Kingfisher to Sing, Wishing for Deer To appear. Gently treading: Daisies for A fairy wedding And Pretty nettle petals. Settling by the Weeping Willow, Velvet Violets By my pillow. Humbled by Bumblebees; Entranced by Trees. So much to See.
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
Throughout the day.
Reeds and deeds.
National blog posting month
National Novel Writing Month
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.
Satiating warm spell,
Rusting hues like
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!
Spice of Life
Enjoy enticing aromas,
Ready for your
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.
To sail with
A dreamy flotilla
The salt marshes,
Right their boats
Out to sea