#Autumn approaches

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It’s that time of year again when it starts to get cooler, after the baking summer sun. The days grow shorter and leaves on the trees are just starting to change colour. 

I’ve written a poem inspired by the changing landscape called Autumn Chill.

🍂 Autumn Chill 🍂

 

Light picks out the gentle rippling on a lake

Clouds hang heavily in the sky above

 

Their grey shadows dance clumsily on the water

revealing a light mist in the distance

 

Splinters of brilliant light highlight treetops

Golden hues glinting their changing colours

 

The air feels cool and fresh

Still a brief hint of summer lingers

 

Subtle leaf tones of red, purple, orange and green

Jump towards me from a transforming bush

 

The weakening sunlight is fading now

Autumn splendour slowly unfolding 

Poem by Nick

If you enjoyed reading this poem, take a look at my other poems and short stories. I’ve recently included a menu header with them all in one section entitled Poetry and Writing.

Summer Thoughts…

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Summer Flowers by Nick

A light summer’s day poem.

Watercolour Summer Painting

 

With a few drops of water,

The paper is ready,

Now to add the paint, 

 

Sparkling jewel-like colours,

surrounding me,

on this dreamily sunny day,

 

Light casts shadows,

Beneath the green and white carpet,

Of lush daisy flowers.

 

Sweet scented perfume,

Drifting through the air,

Casting a pleasant aroma,

 

Low flying swifts,

Flying high up in the sky,

Swooping over my head,

 

An Industrious bee, 

Hopping from flower to flower,

A gentle drone fills the air,

 

Golden sunlight,

Highlights bark and leaves,

On a silver birch tree,

 

Just the final touch of paint,

Mixing flowers and leaves,

In a watery final.

Poem by Nick 

What’s going on, in my house?

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What’s Going On, In My House? Photo by Nick 

I’ve written a short children’s poem. 

I had the idea recently when I was woken up in the early hours, by rustling coming from some bags containing clothes from the loft.

I like seeing animals but I’m not so sure I would like to be face to face with a wild one, in my home.

After sorting through the bags one by one in the garden no mouse was found.

No explanation can be made other than the contents may have slowly moved position unexpectedly. Other than that the mystery is unsolved….

 

What’s going on in my house?

 

There once was a mouse….🐭

He got into my house 🏠

Rustling around 🐭

I heard him in the night 🌚

I thought he might take fright

Rustling around 🐭

What a sight

This mouse 🐭was alright,

Rustling around 🐭

Was he, Looking for food?🥘

Amongst the clothes👕👖

In my house 🏠

Where has he gone…🐭

Rustling around

Is he, In the garden now?🌷

Of my house 🏠

 

Since writing this the mouse in the house mystery has been solved.

Mice appeared in the house on several nights.

Causing chaos, waking us up and running amok through clothes, in wardrobes, climbing blinds, hiding under the beds and over furnishings.

Luckily not eating any food but getting very close to finding it in the kitchen. I’ve bought numerous containers to store food and clothes in; to stop some of the rummaging.

It’s worrying because they are classed as vermin, we could pick up something from them if they did get into food preparation or eating areas. Every surface has to be scrupulously clean.

We’ve had to stay elsewhere for some nights, to try and get some sleep. Thanks to my kind relative for putting us up for a while, at short notice.

My carer said it feels like we are on holiday. Not because we are enjoying ourselves but because we have had hardly any sleep for ages and feel jet-lagged!

We’re back home now and hopefully we can get to work cleaning up the mess.

As anyone who has had similar problems will know it’s uprooting when something like this happens. 

Let’s hope they are gone for good this time.

A bird’s eye view of the Grand Canyon

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A break from the familiar this week.

An adventure into the distance with a difference, soaring, free above mammoth rock shapes…

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In front of me stretches a vast sight, the Grand Canyon. The profile of the rock is striking; it varies so much.

Some of the rock face has collapsed due to erosion and incredible shapes have been created in the rock.

I’m a condor and I’m perched on some rock, on top of the rim looking down into the canyon.

As I take off I drift, effortlessly across the sky, and look down onto the Colorado River below.

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As it winds through the majestic rock, it glistens in the sunshine.

I look up and see the clouds cast dark shadows onto the rock below.

The yellow and orange tinges of colour are contrasted by the dark shadows.

Yesterday the rain came and flooded everywhere; now the rapids are flowing faster.

Clouds covered the tops of the rock from view for a while.

The air feels really clean and fresh; it’s really peaceful here; I can hear the rush of the wind around my wings, as I soar higher into the sky.

It seems like I can fly forever here and see gigantic rock structures stretching into the distance for miles and miles.

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Easter 🐥 Greetings

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Magnolia Photo by Nick

In this Easter week I wish you peace, happiness and relaxation.

I thought I would post some photos from my walks in parks nearby.  Everything seems to be coming alive at this time of year.

The flowers and trees look so beautiful, it would be great to share them.

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I’ve added a short poem based on the seasons of the apple tree.

Apple Tree Seasons 

In Spring, pink apple blossom grow delicate buds

New life springs forth

 

In Summer, fully grown blooms take shape as apples

Warm,strong sunlight help them form

 

In Autumn, rosy red, sweet tasting apples

Ready to pick from the tree

 

In Winter, a bare tree stands out amongst

White snow, goodness going back to the roots

Poem by Nick

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Dreaming about spring

 

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Spring Blossom by Nick

Whenever I think of spring it reminds me of visiting the University town of Oxford in England.

Described as the ‘city of dreaming spires’ by poet Matthew Arnold, because of the amazing architecture of the university buildings. 

It’s an inspiring place; author Lewis Carroll wrote his famous novel Alice in Wonderland here in 1862.

The story is based on a girl called Alice who follows a white rabbit into a rabbit hole and arrives in wonderland.

During her adventure she goes to a mad tea party in chapter seven, or more popularly know as the Mad Hatters tea party.

Have you ever imagined what it would be like to fall down a rabbit hole and explore wonderland for yourself? Inspired by the tea party; I’ve written my own short story based on this idea.

Two Versions of an Amazing Dream by Nick 

A strong smell of tarmac rises from the ground. 

“Yes, that blue teapot tastes good, its made from blue chocolate!” 

From a car window a teacup is thrust out,

“Lovely tea dear, one sugar or two?” 

The ground is hazy, full of green, large, grass; it smells fresh.

Food spread over the grass; doughnuts with jam, pies covered in cream and a red jelly cake with a palm tree in the middle.

A recognisable face dressed as a orange bear eating pies. Cream all over his face. A clown face looks directly at her and disappears in clouds of cream. 

“Pies everywhere I go; I can see pies raining from the sky” Cream covers her, she can feel it on her nose.

Jane looks again at a large pillow. She is awake.

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As Jane walks along in the park a stranger rushes up to her and says

“Yes that blue china teapot tastes good, you have a similar one to mine, it was made of blue chocolate. All I can say is it tasted good, when can you bring me another to try?”

A car pulls up next to Jane, the window winds down and a passenger passes her a cup of tea.

 “Lovely tea, dear, one sugar or two?”

Jane’s vison blurs, she shuts her eyes, opens them, and notices in front of her a mass of green, huge blades of grass. 

She is laying on the grass now and in front of her is an amazing picnic. Doughnuts oozing with jam, pies covered in cream, and a red jelly cake in the middle decorated with a pineapple. 

Her friend’s face is visible. He seems to have turned into a giant orange bear and he is hungrily tucking into a pie, covering him in cream. Next to him an inflatable clown snatches the cream pie from his hands and hurls it into the air. The clown shouts 

“Pies, Pies everywhere I go, I can see pies raining from the sky” 

The cream lands all over everything. Jane notices a large blob of cream on the end of her nose. She tries to wipe it off with a tissue and finds she can’t.

Jane moves her head and looks down at a large pillow, she is lying in bed and has woken up. What a crazy dream, did I really dream that!

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