Something that gives a sense of joy or safety. For example, hugging your pet or watching a beautiful sunset.
I notice glimmers a lot now. I have always appreciated time spent watching the clouds or drawing, or anything that gives me some peace or joy. But now, with my days limited, I see the little treasures more easily because I can’t take them for granted anymore.
Autumn is my favourite season. Partly beacause the heat and headache-inducing brightness of summer is over, and partly because nature is so beautiful as it prepares for another season of death and cold in the Winter.
I breathe in the cool clean air and stamp on crunchy red and yellow leaves. The conkers, blackberries and apples appear. Sunny, frosty days are the best. Night time is great for snuggling in blankets with hot chocolate and a book.
God reminded me today, though nature, that sometimes the season of waiting for death can be the most precious.
I don’t know how many Autum days I have left to enjoy. But I am glad that I have today.
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 National Literacy Trust helps children and families to develop a love of reading and writing. They have great resources and a local site for people from Swindon, called Swindon Stories.
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.