Last Weeks of Summer

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I know you are loath to go

And I am sad to say farewell,

Let us enjoy our last few weeks

Of sunshine days and balmy nights,

Mozzies with their itching bites,

Coolest clothing every day,

To move unhindered along our way.

Too soon, I feel a bite of ice

In the early morning air,

So pleasant now but, as time

Moves on, ‘twill change

Its nature from a nip to a gnash

Of its icy teeth to send us shivering,

Longing for the warmth so lately gone,

And we must wait through the long,

Cold months until you come again.

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©Denise G Allen, 19 February 2014 15:20

Street Children

Street Children

God help the children
In the harsh cold of winter,
Bones showing through bare threads,
Bloodshot eyes, puffed and red,
Paint, glue, meths, God knows what else,
Cheapest way to face a world
Of days dimmed to gloom,
Tranquilised, anaesthetised,
Homeless… helpless…
Huddled around a fire, shivering,
Tongues of flame sputtering
In the icy wind.

Image: Admitchell2008_photobucket.com
©DGA 27 June 2011 15:13

Winter Landscape

Winter Landscape

The frozen fingers of winter
Reach out and brush the earth
With her icy touch.
She blows her cold breath
And the white winter clouds
Scud across the pale blue sky.

Picture: Greg Zaal, Blender 3D Art

©DGA