Dance of Nature

(photo credit:http://wallpapersus.com/autumn-roads-fallen-leaves/)

Russet attired dancers line garden walls,
The base of the hedgerows; they wait their turn,
Skirts gently fluttering. First one side then
The other take a twirl in the centre
Before spinning together – a rustic
Version of ‘Strip the Willow’…strip the oak,
Stripped is the ash.
Their overcoats have been shed to adorn
Another day,
Another place.
Rather beautiful this dance of nature.

A melancholy blush

melancholy blush

Does that
melancholy blush
betray a wistful yearning
for summer lost?

The day after the night before

And so we’ve survived.
The roof hasn’t blown off (unfortunately as we could have done with a new one on the insurance!). The rickety old fence still stands by the garage and my small green waste bin resides in its usual place under the open porch roof. I was convinced that I could hear it making a quick getaway last night. Instead the gales have upended the large recycling bin like the afterthought of a child in a temper.
We seem to have topped the league tables for the power of the beast’s roar at 99mph, and we have flattened beach huts under a piece of cliff that has decided to stop clinging to the rest.
As I tentatively drive to take my parents to their doctor’s appointment, I notice that a modern bungalow up the road has inherited an old chimney that has landed on their front wall.
Scary…

After the Great Storm of 2013

Between the vast
watercolour puddles of indigo cloud
there appears the faint hint of
an apologetic rainbow.

In the Shadows

My disappointed self
Allows just a glimmer
Of light to illuminate
The vulnerable part
Of me. Within that
Insubstantial beam
I see the truth and it hurts.
Switching off the lamp, I
Let it rest back in the
Comforting Shadow-world.

7 Word Sunday x2 – At the mercy of the Elements

Waiting anxiously – trepidation palpable now – hurricane approaches!

Feeling quite relieved – her party plans abandoned…

Trespass

Six words for Saturday
Sitting on a sofa – intruder enters…

Boulder version
Half an hour into Saturday and I hear a tale that sends a shiver through my shoulders and I wish that I weren’t so far away.
Helplessly I listen; many questions start to flood yet, before I can ask, she has to go out in the darkness to look for their drunken intruder. A while later, not knowing whether it is the right thing…the right time…I send a text.
‘Please ring.’
Swiftly I get a response. They’ve all gone to bed and she’ll ring me in the morning.
I tell her that I love her.

After a moment she replies that she loves me too.

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