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.