The End

The End
The End

NaNoWriMo Day 30 – The End

Thirty days,
Thirty ways,
We found time
To write a rhyme.
Now it’s done
Thirty-one,
We will not do.
No rhymes we’ll hew
From solid words.
Beast and birds,
Plant and flower,
In hedgerow bower,
May safely doze.
We’ll stick to prose.

Moving Scenery

Moving Scenery
Moving Scenery

NaNoWriMo Day 29 Moving Scenery

The moving finger writes – and hedges fly past.
Some of life’s moments are ephemeral, but some last
The message can’t be seen without the wall
Life is fleeting feelings, context is all

Time plays its games in clear focus years
The shorter the perspective the more blurred it appears
Seconds, minutes, moments, in tumbled profusion fly
Our gaze flips between and watches life pass by

Clean-Up

Leafless Trees
Leafless Trees

NaNoWriMo Day 28 – Clean-Up

Summertime is full of fun
But when outside play is done,
Each and every sleepy head
Now must make its way to bed.

Tired from all the sunshine play,
In the bright, long summer’s day.
To snug cots take Autumn’s hand.
Shed their leaves just where they stand.

Winter’s gales will soon be here,
Driving dark clouds grey and drear.
Round about tree trunks she weaves,
Sweeping up those cast off leaves.

Leftovers

Leftovers
Leftovers

NaNoWriMo Day 27 – Leftovers

The plate is empty.
The last drops of gravy wiped away.
Roasted potatoes,
Gone now their glorious array.
Where the roast parsnips?
They were consumed, no place to hide.
Here, I’m left standing
Like a piece of gristle pushed aside.

Ivy

Ivy Flowers
Ivy Flowers

NaNoWriMo Day 26 Ivy

The Ivy bears a berry, so Christmas carols say,
And later in the winter, many birds will survive.
When bitter Ivy berries are the feast of the day
And, as other food is scarce, they help them stay alive.

But it’s too soon for berries, there’s other food around.
Now, through rain, hard frozen hail and later cold snow showers,
The Ivy waits its proper turn, its berries are still bound,
But to honour its faithful promise it now puts out its flowers.

 

Smoke

Smoke
Smoke

NaNoWriMo Day 25 Smoke

Smoke, blow free
Blow where the winds will take you.
Let it be.
Blow where its whisper sends you.

Up, up, rise.
You’re free! Go higher and higher.
Who dares flies.
You’re free from the heat of the fire.

Forever

Clouds
Clouds

NaNoWriMo Day 24 – Forever

The world keeps turning on her way,
The clouds blow by.
Sunrise, sunset, day by day,
No one knows why.

Yet, there is comfort in this fate,
For humankind.
Tomorrow will today abate.
Our fate unwind.

Sunset

Sunset
Sunset

NaNoWriMo Day 23 – Sunset

Day follows the sun and sinks to the west.
Gone is the noontide day-bright zest.
Time does his rounds and gives his best.
And the sun moves on and leaves us to rest.

 

Trains

Train
Train

NaNoWriMo Day 22 – Trains

Every hour a train goes past,
we can see it from our house
It scurries along the embankment
Like a busy little mouse

From Carlisle off to Newcastle
It goes from right to left.
Huff and puffing up the hill
And on through Cow Run Cleft.

From Newcastle into Carlisle
It comes from left to right,
Sometimes both pass in front of us
To our great delight.

When we see them pass that way,
We feel that we have got
Three lemons in a row, at least,
And won the whole Jackpot.

Vacant Property

Empty Bird's Nest
Empty Bird’s Nest

NaNoWriMo Day 21 – Vacant Property

I passed an empty house today – no one lives there now.
I stood and gazed a while at it, with softly furrowed brow.
The labour that went into it to build and shape its form
A place to raise a family and keep them safe and warm.

But now the birds have fled the nest, as young are wont to do,
The house stands empty and forlorn ‘til the cycle starts anew.
For start anew it surely must, for Spring will bring new life
And we must meet Nature again, the glory and the strife.

Wild Cherry

Wild Cherry Tree
Wild Cherry Tree

NaNoWriMo Day 20 Wild Cherries

This is a wild cherry tree, there’s two or three along here.
We didn’t get many cherries in cherry time this year.
In spring the cherry blossom is impressive for a week
Lighting up the lane that winter left so bleak
Once the blossom falls, the cherries start to set.
And we start to imagine the harvest that we’ll get.
The choicest fruit are out of reach it always makes us frown.
But next year I’ll have my walking stick to pull the branches down.

I Fall To Pieces

Broken Pot
Broken Pot

NaNoWriMo Day 19 – I Fall To Pieces

I’ve fallen to pieces, I’m sorry to say.
It happened a while ago, on a cold day.
Jack Frost came by and he sprinkled his rime,
Together we had such a cracking good time.
He’s gone on his way – not a glance to the rear
And left me alone, lost and desolate here.
He took me out dancing and whirled me around,
I hoped he would never put me on the ground.
These memories all bring a smile to my face,
He’s a part of my heart I can never replace.
I miss him so much, but by the same token
I may be in pieces but I’m certainly not broken.