Echoes

The house looks bare,
the tinsel’s gone,
the baubles packed away,

no holly swags
now deck the halls,
no berries bright and gay.

Our feasting’s done,
just echoes now,
no carols left to sing,

but all around
I see the signs;
soon it will be Spring.

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Beech Tree

The staunch old beech tree
grown too big, too near the house.
Sad to see it go.

Walking The Dog

Passing my house,
crossing the road
and on out of sight
glued to her mobile phone —
walking the dog.

Winter Woollies

By gum, the house is cold,
were we away so long?
We’re wearing winter woollies,
trying to get warm.
The sun is shining here and there,
through blue patches in the sky,
perhaps we’ll soon feel warm again;
at least the day is dry.

Forlorn

Just me in an empty house.
Family scattered like leaves in the wind.
A forlorn sun attempts to smile.

Inconvenience

Inconvenient but necessary;
refurbishing our bedroom,
contents spread all over the house
and visitors arrive on Wednesday!
Is such disruption ever convenient?
I’m sure we’ll manage somehow.

Ice

Ice, like light snowfall,
on house roofs, cars and gardens;
Jack Frost passing through.

Sheltered

Sheltered near the house
grape-hyacinths and primroses begin to bloom.
I check the date!

My OwnThing

House to myself;
free to plan my day,
do my own thing.
Still not enough time!

Tanka

Cold crept into the house
and into my heart
after you had gone
through the window
the sun did not shine.

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This is my first attempt at the Tanka form (or should I say free-form!). It was inspired by the spell of cold weather we have had after a glorious week that was more like summer and also by my husband’s absence for a few days just as the weather changed (he will be back so it isn’t as tragic as it sounds!). Today the sun has returned but it is not as warm as last week.

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