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Shades

Shades - Trees

Shades – Trees

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Shades

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Shades of green with blue and gold
Block out more than half the sky ~
Magnificent trees, some young, some old,
With leaves that whisper in the breeze.

They sway, they bounce, they flounce,
Coquettish moods become apparent,
But then again they can be fierce
And whip themselves into a fury.

Sheltering birds take fright, take flight
Away from these bad tempered giants
Whose harbour was no longer offered,
Whose comfort was no longer proffered.

However, with the passing of the storm
I looked up at the leaves of varied hue,
At the sky of palest blue, and was
Surprised
To find
A passing bird spit in my eye!

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Image and poetry: ©Denise G Allen, 05 November 2013 08:15

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Approaching Storm

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There’s a fine mist
kissed by the snow on my head
while brain fried, cotton-wool dyed
birds fly high in the sky;
they screech through the leaves,
crash into branches of trees
and winter’s dry twigs
break as they shake to the ground.
Darkness descends from above,
and the air quivers… lightning shivers…
the birds calm down, they make no sound,
waiting… waiting… for the thunder
to rupture, to fracture, the peace.

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©Denise G Allen, 20 October 2013 11:59


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Wonder-full

Pilanesberg - Scenery

Pilanesberg – Scenery

Wonder-full

I am overcome with feelings
Of love and admiration
For the wonders of this world,
The ingenuity, intricacy, of all creation.

The supreme Inventor, ultimate Artist,
Unparalleled in time & space,
God, the Creator, Originator of all
In the history of the human race.

The animals of the earth,
The birds of the air,
All things are inter-dependent
And utter-ly dependent
On our Father, Author of all.

Photographs & poetry: ©Denise G Allen, 08 February 2013 07:45


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The Weavers

Weaver Pictures, Images and Photos

The Weavers

Screeching, twittering, flapping wings,
Birds of all kinds: doves,
Sparrows, weavers,
Flying back and forth,
Seemingly at random,
What a commotion!
Over the roof and back again,
Into the trees and out once more.
Leaves are strewn across the lawn,
Whole and ragged pieces
Like the aftermath of a storm,
And when I looked carefully
The little yellow weaver birds
Had built their first nest
In my mulberry tree.

Photo: Photobucket.com

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My Weavers' Nests

The nest on the left is still being finished. The opening is on the right hand side of the nest. The one on the right was finished this morning. The opening is at the bottom of the nest.

©DGA 16.10.2010

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