Winter’s Almost Here
Winter’s Almost Here
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Striptease trees whose leaves
Fall on semi naked ground
Auburn has darkened to shades of brown
While yellows and reds have all but gone
The long days of summer topped and tailed
Tho’ what is left is still warm as toast
Where the wind cannot reach us
Straining to grasp us as we linger
In our shelter under the wilting sun.
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Image and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 04 May 2014 07:08
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Sunrise at the seaside
Bloodied the water and
The golden sands blushed,
But not for long,
A few minutes and it was gone.
A tiny movement caught my eye,
~~ a bird flapping?
It was not, but a sweet wrapping
Trapped ‘tween sand and breeze,
Flip-flap, flip-flap as it tried to get free.
I loosened the sand and watched
As it sailed way, way up in the air ~~
A kite without a tail, but it was free
As free as it could possibly be
And I thought, “If only we… …”
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©Denise G Allen, 08 January 2014 04:48
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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My soul sings
With the song of the wind,
Harmonising, synchronising…
Blow high, blow low
As around the world we go
Carried as the air’s
Sweet currents flow
From the mountains on high
To the valleys below
Lift me up, lift me up…
Let my spirit soar
On the wings of the wind.
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©Denise G Allen, 19 October 2013 13:56
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I would say, with skies of grey,
This is our coldest winter’s day.
The skies of blue have blown away
And the cold, I fear, is here to stay.
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Sulky clouds hang overhead,
Frowning at those still abed.
The damp wind breathes its frosty breath,
As cold as ice, as cold as death.
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We huddle in our warmest coats,
We wrap our scarves around our throats,
We glove our hands and sock our feet,
We cap our crowns, oh so discrete,
Before we head into the street.
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©Denise G Allen, 05 July 2013 06:19
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
The Wind
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Lying on the silky *strand
A study in immobility
I feel the warm wind
Caressing me
Polishing my skin
With fine grains of sand
And the softest spray of sea
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Photograph: Per kind favour of http://granny1947.wordpress.com
©Denise G Allen, 09 January 2013 06:02 *Edited 08:19
*Strand: The shore of a sea, lake, or large river: “a heron glided to rest on a pebbly strand”. The Free Dictionary.
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I feel a clear fresh wind
Blowing through my brain
Sweeping out the cobwebs
So I can live again
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I feel a clear fresh wind
Dusting out my mind
Vacuuming up bad mem’ries
And leaving good behind
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©DGA 19 January 2012 05:35
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On the wings of the wind
I fly through the sky
and the wings of the wind
raise me up to the high-
est point of the blue
so I’m nearer to You.
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I’m removed from the cares
and my earthly fears
when I float in the rare
ambience of the air
while my dream is refined
on the wings of the wind.
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©DGA 26 December 2011 13:34
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Wanderer
Traveller
Herald of the weather
Whether
We gather
All together
Hot and humid
At the seaside
Blowing seasand
Breath is spumid
On the skin
Evaporates
Elaborate
Chilling scheme
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©DGA 14 December 2011 12:49
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