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

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Dazzling dahlias


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Autumnal showers
Drench;
Dazzling dahlias fence,
Flouncing their fripperies.

Weekly photo challenge: Masterpiece


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Storm

Advancing storm,
Emitting an ecstatic
Crescendo,
As incantations
Eerily echo.

Tumeric fields,
Wheat crazed
As wind wildly
Rips ears:
Tears fall
In furrows.

Columns of water
Fall like bars,
Between one
World and
The next.

Amber light
Like cat’s eyes
Blinking,
Charcoal
Clouds
Like sailors’
Muscular arms,
Tugging ropes,
As battered ships
Surf the waves
On a spitting
Sea.

This post is my response to the daily post’s weekly photo challenge, ‘masterpiece’. I feel that nature itself is a masterpiece and a storm is a masterpiece I can watch over and over again. Enjoy.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/masterpiece

Satiated force


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Rumbling, booming,
Pride of the skies,
Creeping like sinuous,
Serpentine
Tentacles.
Slithering across
Abundant, arable
Lands,
Dumping sooty,
Satiating
Deluge.

Wilderness Trail


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Footsteps trailing
Meditatively,
Anonymously
Following the
Intimately
Woven water’s edge,
Fraying
Like a hessian canvas.

Startled mallards
Fly in matrices.
The whistling winds
Ward off timid tits
Huddling amidst
Eiderdown blossoms.
Swifts screech,
Sweeping as
Wild waves make
Signets weep.

Snow


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Nature has it’s way of making us slow down. After spending all of last week packing boxes and emptying cupboards we finally saud goodbye for the last time to our beautiful Scottish home. An end to an era and as I drove the Freelander down the road laden with much loved items, dogs and husband I started to think about new beginnings. Arriving here in the Lake district for an overnight stay, the wind began to howl and it’s bitterness sent us into hibernation in our room overlooking the lake. This morning we realised that it was a bad idea to join the travellers trying to get to work in blizzard conditions. Why? It made perfect sense to use the snow’s cathartic effect of cleansing, purifying and preparing for our new exciting beginning ahead. So we’ve done nothing but walk the dogs in the crisp air and snuggle down in our room with cumbrian home baked biscuits and tea. The
perfect book to read…’The Snow Child’ a brilliant, sensitively written first fairy tale novel which warms the heart.