This rhyme of mine from 2009 has been waiting in line for a very long time to break free and shine and this prompt seemed just fine!
November days, brief spells of sun,
evenings afront a fire of logs.
Chilly nights of sparkling frost,
misty dawns and frozen bogs.
Shimmering shafts of sunlight,
shoot through naked trees.
Grass once green now golden,
sways in a bitter breeze.
Holly bushes blush with berries,
ivy clambers up stone walls.
Dormant plants and sleeping flowers,
rest ‘til new year’s springtime calls.
Heading south beneath grey clouds,
a perfect vee of geese.
On distant hills a flock of sheep,
wrapped in woolly fleece.
Spring can wait
Now’s the time to hibernate.
It originally had another verse half way down but it would have carried the poem over the 100 word limit. This is what it would have been –
A squirrel scurries ‘cross a track,
a rabbit sits and stares.
A pigeon sways upon a branch,
a red fox stands and glares.
Sorry I can’t share it with you – ooops, I just have!
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Dale for the picture.
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