07 Nov 2022
by Libby
in aros, Haiku, Musings
Tags: aros, autumn, channel crossing, fleece jacket, leaves, rain, road closures, wind
Yes, I’m back at last. We have had a wonderful time touring through France to Spain and back and had some glorious weather most of the time. It didn’t begin to feel autumnal until we were at least half-way back through France. By the time we got back to the coast to make our ferry crossing torrential rain and gale force winds in the Channel caused all ferry sailings to be cancelled. We managed to book on the next one, half a day later, but it wasn’t the best of crossings. We also encountered bad weather for the first part of the journey home on the English side. This soon dried up, but we were then bedevilled with roadworks, road closures and deviations (including a lengthy detour from the M6 round Wolverhampton) as we drove north, finally arriving home in the small hours of the morning last Wednesday. Since then I have been catching up with various necessary jobs, cleaning the motorhome ready for winter lay-up, doing piles of washing and making an attempt at tidying the neglected garden. There is more to be done but it’s a start.
I sweep fallen leaves
wearing an old fleece jacket.
Damp autumnal chill.
07 Jul 2022
by Libby
in aros, poems
Tags: aros, breeze, cycling, oak trees, sing, songs, waves, wind
(First draft…)
Cycling along oak tree-lined ways
I lift my face to the breeze
and listen to the song the wind sings
as it brushes through the trees.
Rustling through branches, it sings
of it's journey across the seas
to reach so far inland, tells tales
of how it plays with the ocean waves
far away on foreign seas.
I turn my back and the breeze
plucks my clothes, eagerly pushing past
on its journey to the next grove of trees
to sing again its songs for them
of the tales that it weaves.
25 Sep 2020
by Libby
in aros, Short Poems
Tags: aros, brood, cherry tree, leaves, nest, wind, wood pigeons
A pair of wood pigeons
have built their flimsy nest,
for a late brood,
in a crook of the cherry tree.
Do they not know
that soon the leaves will fall,
strong winds will blow?
And then they’ll see
it doesn’t pay to build
a flimsy nest so late
in a crook of the cherry tree.
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