#Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee #Poetry

What do you see # 29 – 11 May 2020

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Image credit: Pixabay- Alexas Photos

( For visually challenged reader, the image shows for tiny snow men like figures in different poses. All looking very cute!)

 

No Snow

I do not know where these

four snow gnomes came from

They appeared overnight in my garden

Snow has been forecast,

yet not one flake has fallen

Did they drop fully formed from a cloud?

A cosmic April joke.

Cheeky, merry looking,

I half expect them to dance around my garden

Venturing out to touch them,

to confirm what my eyes see.

I could swear the first one laughed

As if my touch tickled

As I touched each in turn, I had a feeling

They were made of something alive

More than frozen water

Where could they have come from?

Will they melt, leaving a puddle on my lawn?

Somehow, I think not

There is magic in the air…

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Chill

Thursday photo prompt: Chill #writephoto

 

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a landscape wearing a light dusting of snow. From the hill, where skeletal heather and brown grasses pierce the snow, a valley spreads out below, lit by the rays of a pale sun.

 

Snow

Light shining from a thousand different worlds

That our eyes cannot see while we stand

on hard snow frosted ground.

The heart says yes, they are there. One day soon,

lucky heather may give me a glimpse

Of the world hidden within the light

For now, I wonder at the beauty

The majesty of such a sight

that my eyes can see. As I go to walk away,

looking back at my empty footprints

Could someone be following me?

I see the light shift, as though blown by the wind

A dancing curtain of light, teasing my mind

Strange images, stranger sounds

Haunt my journey home…

©anitadawes

Snow…

 

 

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I remember the thick blanket of snow

When I was eight years old

I found a stray dog on my way home from school

I carried him home, thinking my mother

would let me keep him

I sat him on the doorstep,

rushed to tell her of the little friend I had found

Her answer was no, but she did however,

let me take a bowl of lentil soup for him

Surprised to see him still there

I say in the cold wishing I was an adult

Then he would be inside with me in the warm

It broke my heart to finally shut the front door on him

And I never did see him again…

©AnitaDawes

Weather Warning for the South of England…

We could take this warning with a pinch of salt… or make sure we have enough food and essentials, just in case…  I remember last time…

 

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A blanket of snow is expected to fall this week as Britons shiver on through a deep chill.

A band of rain is due to push east across England on Tuesday evening, bringing widespread snow to the south of the country overnight.

Around 1cm to 3cm of the white stuff is expected to accumulate “quite widely”, the Met Office said, with the possibility of 5cm to 10cm falling on higher ground.

A yellow warning is in place for the south of England, East Midlands and West Midlands from 9pm on Tuesday to midday on Wednesday.

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Depending on your point of view, this is one hell of a way to start the week!

Christmas Snow… #Poetry

 

 

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I remember Christmas with deep snow

Yellow streetlights glowing

Changing the way the world looked

Landmarks vanishing

You walk with remembering

Breaking through snow as if you know where to go

Each step crunching like rice pops

Beware of walking too close to trees

They like to dump their heavy load as you pass

Like mischievous children throwing snowballs

I remember nights with the full moon

Stars too many to count

I look down from my window and wonder

Did God make extra stars to fall with the snow?

That shines, sparkle, brighter than those above

Late night snow, reflecting heaven

Earlier footprints filled in as if some

Unseen hand had swept the carpet clean

As my mum does before we go to bed

I love this memory…

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Winter Song… #Poetry

 

 

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Winter marches to her own beat

Sings her own special song

Every bit as sweet as the other three seasons

There is the anticipation of snow

Will Christmas be white?

Not all will be praying for a world in white

With last years sleds in cupboards under stairs

Children watch and wait with snowmen in mind

They stand at windows, hot breath misting the glass

Rain keeps falling, no hope of snow

It is at times like these you can see

The whole universe in a raindrop

Hope falls with every snowflake

When it finally arrives

Warm coats, woollen mittens, and children

Outside before you can say no

They make a snowman and Christmas

Angels lay their wings down

Late that night, with snow still falling

The snow angels will have taken flight…

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