Tramping along a winding path,
In the dead of night.
The full moon she follows me,
Shinning ghostly white.
Casting bright shafts, illuminating light.
Rabbit’s glazed eyes,
Feeding through the night.
In an instance hurriedly,
Scarper, bolt from sight.
Hind legs thump out warnings, with all their might.
Jack Frost casting his net upon the ground.
Stealth like encroaching,
Afghan fauna all around.
Underfoot producing a crunching, crisp sound.
A proud stag barks loudly for a mate.
I push on it’s getting late,
Climbing over a five bar gate.
Steadfastly on I go, ignoring the gently falling snow.
The deep dark forest,
Temptress, she beckons me.
Axe in my hand to source a fine tree.
That’s little ole me.
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Summer retreats in such a flurry,
Pastel petticoats assembled in a hurry.
Colours of vivid greens, yellow, lilacs and blue.
Warm days and barmy nights taken to renew.
Autumn’s ingress its sultry move,
Primed a performance in familiar mood.
Trees and fauna draped in velvet robes,
Colours of rich reds, chestnut, orange and gold
Winter generates an entrance with a bite,
Frosty mornings, snow, pure blinding white.
With grey dank days and bitter cold nights,
Logs on fires burning hot and bright.
Spring’s advent burst forth with all its might,
Awakening colours, reborn once more to delight.
Song birds on wing eager to return,
Green buds of new life appear, all around.
Advent is knocking on the door so let’s share some poems about this enchanting time of the year.
“Advent: the time to listen for footsteps – you can’t hear footsteps when you’re running yourself.” Bill McKibben
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