Whispers

Autumn Leaves

Whispers
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Golden leaves drift gently on the breeze

Whispering through the air, winter is near-

Ing, coldness is raising its fingers of ice,

Reaching, stroking, freezing the earth

And the leaves gather around on the ground

Mourning the mini-death, simulating sorrow

As if there’s no tomorrow, but most of us know

That all-Ready summer is on its way,

And winter’s stay is restrained, contained

To only a few months of the year where

We recover from summer’s unrelenting heat

And so the beat of life continues its circle

Round… and round… in an eternal revolving ring

Around the sun…

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©Denise G Allen, 29 April 2013 05:28
Photograph: Author with my cellphone during or pre 2010

Two Tomcats

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I am torn in two –

Is the black cat there?

You have had your food –

Is the black cat there?

You have had your drink –

He’s as black as Indian ink –

You were half tame when I took you in,

Both of us in need of a friend

To keep us warm through the cold, cold night,

But he is wild and won’t come near

When you are here.

He’s as dark as you are fair

With a cloud of grizzled hair,

Emerald eyes glow in the dark,

Float in space on invisible face –

How many lives does he have left?

Poor hungry feral cat, all alone

Without a home, bereft…

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©Denise G Allen, 25 April 2013 08:06

Approach of Autumn

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The early morning air

Has a chilly hint of cold

Whispering in my ear

A sweet reminder that

Autumn is almost here

Summer is moving past

Her flowers withered by the sun

We need the autumn respite

Before the winter comes

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©Denise G Allen, 04 March 2013 05:16

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I have just received this from my friend, Joan, in Canada, and thought you would enjoy it:

Who said we didn’t evolve from monkeys???

http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=QZXYOo_qk2E

Jack Frost Goes Calling

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Wrapped up tight against the weather

Like a sausage in its skin

Hard to move all his appendages

As a mummy bound in bandages

Jack Frost is in disguise

Dressed to fit a larger size

A stalactite hangs from his nose

Red and bulbous as a rose

The poor, poor man is feeling ill

And a chill runs up his spine

He is starting to decline

Quickly pass a glass of wine

Help him out to the latrine

Strip him off down to his skin

We will have to start again…

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Jack Frost is the personification of frost and cold weather,[1] a variant of Old Man Winter held responsible for frosty weather, for nipping the nose and toes in such weather, coloring the foliage in autumn, and leaving fernlike patterns on cold windows in winter.
Starting in early 20th century literature, more filled-out characterizations of Jack Frost have made him into a sprite-like character. He sometimes appears as a sinister mischief maker.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Frost

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©Denise G Allen, 17 January 2013 14:24

Snowman

He stands forgotten in the garden
Children’s voices echo on the air
Shouts of glee taken by the wind
Scattered here there and everywhere

Short-lived joy of yesterday
Existing worlds apart
The man of snow stands in the cold
But he feels a warm glow in his heart

©Denise G Allen, 17 January 2013 06:31

New Beginnings

Piet-my-vrou (Red Chested Cuckoo)

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New Beginnings

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I awoke to a rain-washed day

With smells of new mown hay,

A clear crisp bite in the air:

The best time of the year.

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Winter’s becoming a memory

While summer waits in the wings

With promises of pleasures sensory

Suspended till the Piet-my-vrou* sings.

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*Etymology

From Afrikaans piet-my-vrou, literally ‘Peter my wife’, supposed
representation of the bird’s call.

http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/piet-my-vrou

Image: Red-chested
Cuckoo Cuculus solitarius Piet-my-vrou

http://www.stellenboschwriters.com/jillsbirds.html

©DGA 6 November 2011 07:58

HEAT

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The beat of heat

From the sun

Caresses my skin

Draws out the sweat

Helps me forget

Winters chill

Unquenchable thirst

I need a draught

A refreshing waft

To shoot the breeze

And be able to breathe

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©DGA 26 October 2011 18:25

The Howling Wind

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I listened to the wind

Howling through the naked trees

And was transported in my mind

To the Alaskan wilderness

Inhabited by wolves

Whose howling

Harmonised in tune

With the wailing wind

And the waxing moon

Life-force of the earth

And spirit of our birth

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©DGA 25 August 2011 12:27

The Tree

The Tree

You stand there naked on the hill
Like an appointed sentinel,
Bereft of all your summer glory,
Your limbs outstretched against the sky,
and silently watch the world go by.

Do you shiver in the chill?
Do you utter the smallest sound
When the frost blankets the ground
And the snow begins to thaw -
Do your roots get cold and sore?

Do you long for the return of spring,
For sunny days and balmy nights,
When children climb your leafy boughs
And raucous rooks perch way up high
To view the landscape beneath the sky?

Image: Willdoo_photobucket.com & Aubreyknight_photobucket.com
©DGA 26.06.2011 07:14

Goodbye to Winter

Goodbye to Winter

Goodbye to winter,
The cold and the fog,
The nights by the fire
Cuddled up close,
Bewitched with each other
In the flickering light
And the darkness around us
Wrapping us tight.

Photo: Photobucket.com

©DGA