It is Poetry Monday!
Diane - who has taken over the hosting of this challenge - and Mimi of
Messymimi's Meanderings - who supplies us with many of the topics - are also writing wonderful, funny,
thought-provoking, ingenious and honestly well written verse. Go and
read them!
Karen of
Baking in a Tornado
has joined us in this crazy pursuit, and promises us at least a poem a month!
SpikesBestMate
often publishes a nice verse in the comments.
Jenny at
Procrastinating Donkey
who has been a faithful participant, is slowly returning to blogging
after her husband's passing from
this world. Let's continue to send warm thoughts, good energy, and
lots of
prayers her way, now that her mum's health is in need of a prayer too.
But still we dare hope that she will join Poetry Monday again.
Today we do Labour Day! Which to me only means first Monday of September - Autumn on its way, Sigh.
Sun is shining
Skies are blue
Winds are blowing,
feeling cold.
Birds are singing
Grass is green.
Dandelions
Silver-white.
Tractors ploughing
Earth turns brown
Seasons turning
Into grey.
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Next Mondays topic is: Chocolate Milk Shakes.
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Lovely poem. I welcome Autumn but know (and understand) that you don't. I hope you find brightness in your grey.
SvarSletThank you. I think that your Autumn is more like my summers really. And the shorter days are dreadful.
SletYou welcome spring, we welcome autumn down here in the swamps. My prayer is your winter is kind to you this year.
SvarSletThank you - a kind winter would imply snow, as it's the murkiness and darkness what gets me.
SletI don't know how your swampy winters are, but I hope for a nice one for you as well ... I just looked, it seems your climate is roughly 10 degees (celsius) hotter with 50-100 % more rain. And WAY more dauligth - your shortest day is over 10 hours, while here it is not even 7 hours.
That's a nice poem, I can picture the tractors ploughing, readying the earth for the crops.
SvarSletThank you. That's exactly what they do, and in a few weeks the fields will have a green tinge as the winter wheat is germinating.
Slet