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Tag: /creative writing
A CHRISTMOUSE TALE JOURNEY.
A few Christmases ago I posted a poem on my blog that I had written for Arlo, my first grandchild. He loved the poem, and the book I made him that Christmas has been kept safely in his Christmas book bag and brought out each year. At the beginning of 2022 I decided to look…
Change.
A flame burns bright...
Buttercups.
Swaying gently, in the warm June breeze, they stand tall....,
Autumns Orchard.
as the breeze gently blows...
Sing.
From a place of emptiness, solitude and quiet,
Beauty will speak.
Optimism.
Can you hear what I hear? or see what I see? The sounds of a season changing the sights of spring emerging. A rustling deep within the earth as new growth gently begins to form, and dormant life begins to stir. A stretch, a yawn, a sleepy head shaken, a bud, a shoot a flower…
Its raining conkers!
Are you feeling autumnal yet? Have you smelt that wonderful smell that tells you that Autumn is on its way, as the weather starts to change and the leaves begin to fall. I sometimes wonder if it's just me, or do other people 'smell' the arrival of this wonderfully colourful season. In autumn last year…
Heading for The Headland.
Are you a regular Hotel goer?
Helen. (A short story)
The warm sun shone through the car windscreen and landed on Helen's long already tanned legs...
Courage.
Brave and determined we hold on to what is safe, to that which is familiar.
Autumn I thank you.
There is always an autumn poem to write or a photo to be taken, or conkers and berries to collect.
So softly they fall.
Their beauty shone with the rising sun.
Autumn Rain.
Lifted high on winds unseen then falling back... autumn rain
Through rose tinted glasses. 