Chilled morning,
White grass,
Frozen diamonds,
Won’t last.
Sun’s out,
Autumn shines,
Slippery pavements,
Sparkling lines:
Red noses,
Steamed breath,
Gloved hands,
Hats on heads.
Jack Frost
Sneaking in
Winter’s coming.
Cold spells begin.
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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005.
From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives.
We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
A very nice poem.
thanks
You’re welcome 😉
Most excellent (yet again!).
Thanks Margo!
I love this!!!
Thank you!
Di, this is fantastic poetry! I love the whimsical take on it! 🤗❄️
Thanks Beckie. I have my moments!
You have a lot of moments, trust me. 💖
Thank you.
Always a pleasure!
You remind us of the beauty and the magic, Di…
What a lovely comment. Thank you!
Wonderful and playful poem. 🙂
thanks Diana