The wind whispering Through chilly trees Sounds like sand on shore After a wave hits. One dry yellow leaf Swiftly falls from its mother tree’s branch And an apple clumps Softly on the lawn. A toad hides under A fallen leaf, Alert for danger.
The labrador jumps, Trying to catch him: But misses by miles, Settles instead for Chomping a spider. Her web-smeared black Nose sniffing loudly, Hoping for more snacks. She smells wood fire On the breeze. Shivering, Heads back inside to Her humans’ sofa.
6 October 2022 is National Poetry Day.
Why don’t you write a poem? It’s easy to do and doesn’t have to rhyme. Write about what you like, or how you are feeling. 🙂
The spaces between the clouds are secret stories waiting To be found By someone who cranes their neck And stares for a little while, Just watching To discover a treasure That most never know about. So look up.
Patches of blue peeking through, Like a child behind curtains Playing hide And seek, giggling quietly As they crouch in the shadows Patiently Waiting for you to find them. But first, you have to stop for A while. Take a deep breath and Just look up.
It’s Sunday afternoon, and Bethany and I are sitting in the gazebo in our garden, wrapped up in coats and blankets. We have coffee, hot chocolate and chocolate brownies to hand.
So far, we have only seen two seagulls flying overhead. We also heard a bird’s claws scrambling about on the gazebo roof, but we couldn’t see what it was. We heard a crow in a nearby garden earlier. It’s snowing lightly and very cold.
To stave off boredom, Bethany is now drawing a Robin in pencil in her drawing pad. I have drawn one too. We often get robins in our garden. But not so far today.
I put nuts and birdseed on the grass earlier. They aren’t tempting the birds to our garden yet.
It’s quiet, although we can hear birds calling. I don’t know if we will see any birds this hour. It’s snowing a little.
A flying insect passes nearby. I thought that it was too early in the year for them?
We are probably scaring the birds by being outside, but this is more fun than watching from the warm indoors. It feels like more of an adventure. My feet are getting cold.
A single starling flies past, twirling and showing off. It’s unusual to see one by itself: they are usually in flocks of 20 or more.
The snow is getting a bit heavier now.
There go some seagulls: 1, 2, 3.
I am enjoying sitting outside and looking and listening. It’s peaceful. A silent snowy Sunday afternoon.
We both eat a brownie.
There are some perfect snowdrops at the base of the apple tree. I notice that the apple tree has many buds, waiting patiently for spring.
Hooray! Bethany spots a male blackbird, who quickly flies into the garden and finds a snack near the bushes.
A little brown sparrow pauses for a second on the fence.
That’s it, our hour is up. We spotted only two birds, but had a peaceful time together in the garden watching the snow fall.