As Summer Fades

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Given that summer is fading fast and the autumn equinox is on September 23rd in the northern hemisphere, it seemed apt to share this post again.

Poetry is something I still find incredibly difficult to write.

This was the first-ever poem I wrote and published on my blog.

I hope you enjoy this first attempt.

First published on 3rd September 2014, I give you –

via As Summer Fades

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Gateway – #writephoto

It’s infrequent I write poetry, but this came to me when I saw the #writephoto prompt from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo.

#writephoto prompt from Sue Vincent - Daily Echo
Credit: Sue Vincent – Daily Echo

Before you read the poem, please be assured that I am very well, enjoying life, and haven’t touched a drop…yet.

This is the gateway to heartache

This is the gateway to my soul

This is the gateway to all of me

My thoughts, my secrets, my control.

Don’t enter this gateway

Don’t put a foot inside

For what will wake up and confront you

Will be sadness, my tears, not joy.

Find me a lock and find me the key

So I can protect you from all that is me

Build up a brick wall and pass me on by

So this gateway to nightmares will no longer horrify.

I think it shows that these photo and writing challenges are a brilliant way to bring out the unusual in my writing.

I rarely write poetry because I find it so challenging to write, so I’d love to know what you think of this rare attempt.

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Footprints In The Snow – A Poem For Christmas

Footprints In The Snow

Footprints in the snow
Lovers kiss under the mistletoe
On the tree the lights do shine
Once again it is Christmas time

In the church the sound of a choir
While up above the moon climbs higher
Stockings hanging, gifts all wrapped
The sound of Santa, sleigh all stacked

Carrots for Rudolph, a sherry for Gran
A bottle of something from Uncle Stan
As midnight approaches the world falls asleep
And in the morning the snow will be deep

No more shopping, those socks will do
Nobody will guess what I got for you
As Christmas approaches, a new year awaits
Wise men are wondering what stars hold their fate

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As Summer Fades

As summer fades

Autumn colours arrive

Dry, sunny days, now but a memory away

But on she goes, with September here

Gripping my world through her warm green eyes

Do not forget her when the first mists arise

Till she gives out her last breath and becomes no more alive

Thank you, my darling, for your long, drawn-out days

Until next year, we must now say goodbyes

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