Another day of grey skies and cool winds. Jackdaws visit bird feeders.
Jackdaws
16 May 2023 1 Comment
in aros, Haiku Tags: aros, bird feeders, jackdaws, sky, wind
Crab-Apple
12 Apr 2023 3 Comments
in aros, Short Poems Tags: aros, buds, crab-apple, storm, wind
Firm red buds bedeck the crab-apple tree, gripping tightly while strong winds toss them to and fro like ships on a stormy sea, seeking to dislodge them from the branches.
Gusting
13 Mar 2023 2 Comments
in aros Tags: aros, eucalyptus, gusting, wind
Gusting . . . . . . strong winds buffeting . . . . . . the trees. Eucalyptus . . . . . . bucks and sways.
Debris
10 Mar 2023 2 Comments
in aros, Haiku Tags: aros, debris, melt, snow, sun, twigs, wind
Night snow and strong winds. Morning sun melt leaves behind scattered twigs debris.
Old Fleece
07 Nov 2022 5 Comments
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.
The Breeze
07 Jul 2022 5 Comments
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.
Trees
21 Feb 2022 2 Comments
in aros, Elfje Tags: aros, birds, trees, wind
Trees violently waving, flexing and bending. Birds swing on branches. Wind.
Sleep
31 Jan 2022 3 Comments
in aros, Haiku Tags: aros, awake, overnight, sleep, wind
Keeping me awake overnight; how the wind howled. Now I need some sleep.
Freedom
17 Sep 2021 4 Comments
in aros Tags: aros, freedom, leaves, season, wind
The season turns. The first russet leaves, encouraged by the wind, make a bid for freedom.
Applause
13 Sep 2021 3 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: applause, aros, leaves, rustle, trees, wind
The breeze sings its song through the trees while I strain my ears to hear the tale it tells, that wins, with a rustle of leaves, a round of applause.
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