Colleen’s 2019 Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 118, Synonyms Only .Begin&Fresh

This week Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday the prompt words are Begin and Fresh.

You can find Colleen at The Fairy Whisperer.

This is a single stanza Shadorma about time of year.

Start anew

Gone the jaded year

Young buds peep

From the earth.

Greeting clean unsullied air

Under winter skies.

Time passages.

Cold

And dark

November

Has now arrived

Nights rent assunder

Loud, bright pyrotechnics

Days short of light, nights coal black

North winds, morning frosts, leaves flying

We watch the old year slowly dieing

Time’s fast passage whips us on to winter.

Thursday photo prompt – Peace – #writephoto

This week  for  our Thursday  Photo Prompt  from  Sue  Vincent  of  Daily  Echo  we  have  this  beautiful  photo  of  a  bed  and  pillow  made  from a  tree trunk. It is  so  beautiful  and  I  have chosen  to  write a  poem  this  week. I have  added a  few  photos  to illustrate  my  poem I hope  this is  allowable Sue?  Rules and Pingback  Here 

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Mottled   green and grey shadow

Lush grass  and  flowers in summer  grow

The  spirit  of  the  wood sleeps  in  summer breezes

Sunshine and  growth  her  mind  eases.

In the  Autumn the  spirit has a  blanket  of  gold

Chills  lick  her  heels as again she  feels old

Bonfires  and  animals  setting  up  store

The  spirit  knows  there is  more  to  endure.

Underneath  a pure  white  blanket  of  snow

The  short  days  and  Winter’s   holy  glow

The  Christmas  spirit  comes  to visit  her

They  sip  a  toast on her  bed , their  love  they  aver.

The  new  year  is  born of  their  union eternal

Spring  brings  tiny  flowers  and  blossom

She  feels  young  and  new all her powers  thrive

All  around  her  flora  and  fauna  glad  to  be  alive.

In full bloom of  life  Summer returns

Her  magic  throbs , grows  and  burns.

So  all is  repeated, the circle of  life

Her  bed   her  resting  place  always present.

Mottled   green and grey shadow

Lush grass  and  flowers in summer  grow

The  spirit  of  the  wood sleeps  in  summer breezes

Sunshine and  growth  her  mind  eases.

 

Autumn Excuses

Hi  Everyone!

Well here  we  are  again, September  has  arrived  bringing  with it  Autumn. I am going  to be  busy  this  coming  month so I  just  want  to  let  you all know  that  I  shall be  reading   as  much  I possibly  can. I  may not  be  able  to  post  as  often  as I  would  like  to  but  bear  with  me  this  month   and  I  shall be  very  grateful!

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All the leaves are dancing  swirling down

Undulating  in the breeze round and round

Tumbling  rumblings underground

Urgently  creatures searching for   their stores underground.

Mists  in the mornings, chilly  nights soon be fireworks after  Halloween  frights!

New seasons  Harvest Moon, witches and pumpkin men  will be here soon!

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The sun’s heat  is  waning  and the nights  are drawing in

Chilly winds are swooping round corners and  whipping up  the leaves

Early morning porridge, make sure  you wrap up the cold will nip your skin.

Summer sadly  has taken her up her shoes and left us the dark mornings to grieve.

Ready  for the harvest ready  for shorter  days

Time to get out  your  winter  coats  and your furry boots

The long  and lazy days  of  summer  have vanished in a haze.

Cars  driving with their lights on early, listen out for their  warning toots!

Five Photos Five Stories: Time and Tide:Nonet

IMG_20140715_070537698Chilly  mornings, warm  light  evenings

Sunrise, sunset all things  done.

Ripples of  joy, tides of grieving .

Time gathers  momentum

Dead leaves  rise  and  fall

Hear  the silent

Cries  from

Those gone

Before

 

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Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.”

I am going  to  try  and use  the  theme  of graveyards.

My third  nomination goes to Charlie Mills 

Thanks again to  This  thing  called  life. One  step  at time    for nominating me for the challenge.

 

If we were having Coffee: Guest Post Wildlife and a Good Supper

If We Were Having Coffee – Nov.09/2014

 

Wildlife and a Good Supper

 

 

Paul your Barista

Paul your Barista

 

 

Your Barista – Paul

 

Welcome to Willow’s weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul and I’m happy to be here once again inside Willow’s home where it is nice and toasty, tending to your needs for a cuppa, and sweets. We’ve moved inside to beat the winter cold in the garden. I’d be pleased to bring a pot of whatever beverage you prefer – we have a wide range of teas and coffees to satisfy our world-wide readership. We can relax with a cuppa and calorie free electronic sweets while we discuss the affairs of the week both personal and/or worldwide. How has your week been?

Well, the world this week seems to be rolling along without any headline grabbing news. I am surprised at how low key the whole week has been. It seems, from here, as if everything is more subdued this week as the weather gets increasingly colder and a sense of an impending storm gathers. Clouds and wind and cold have reigned with a sense of changes coming. Our weather forecasters are predicting snow flurries over the next 3 days. The last vestiges of summer have come and gone and fall is giving way to winter.

The trees are all bare now and the squirrels are wandering around with little to do. I was walking home late Wednesday afternoon from the corner store and a single squirrel stood on the sidewalk, eating a nut while he watched me approach. For a minute I started to slow down as he didn’t seem to be willing to give ground. Tiny bits of shell sprayed as he nibbled on his nut. He seemed rather threatening in a way but eventually turned and moved further down the sidewalk where he stood his ground yet again, waiting for me to approach. This happened twice more before he moved off the sidewalk, stood beside a tree and watched as I walked past him to my door. Squirrels with too much time to kill can be scary. What is the wildlife up to in your area? Any changes in behaviour as the season changes? Perhaps deer or skunks or raccoons or other animals changing their habits?

 Would you like another cuppa? Perhaps a sweet to go with that? Maybe a Christmas nut or mint? We even have some candy canes for the children in us all.

Have you noticed that Christmas is starting to get in your face lately? I was checking for a favorite TV program the other day and realized that our Showtime cable channel is now playing all Christmas movies. Yikes! I have to admit, though, that I do enjoy the more positive perspective of these movies. One gets tired of action shows with people getting killed and things blowing up. A little Christmas cheer helps the psyche by times. I have to confess that I’m the guy your will hear humming Christmas songs in July. The stores are starting to display their holiday goods and some decorations are going up. Many grumble about this but I’m OK with it. A few years ago, one of our national drug stores started to play Christmas music 24/7 at the beginning of November and got so many complaints from customers that they stopped until early December. I rather enjoyed the tunes.

On a more personal front I had an alright week. It started off poorly as I felt so unwell Monday that I skipped dialysis, something I rarely do – perhaps once every six months or so. This does not make me feel any better but as long as I don’t miss two treatments I just feel lousy. I have a bit of kidney function left so it is not immediately life threatening for me to miss – but it is for some. A patient with no kidney function at all risks electrolyte imbalance – electrolytes are responsible for many functions including setting heart rate and beat – and is at risk of dying of a heart attack after 6 days without dialysis.

Anyway, I’ve been having some issues with restless legs just during dialysis and it seems to be getting worse. I have tried a couple of medications but they only work for a few weeks and then they stop working. The doctors are working on it and hopefully will have an alternate answer by next week. Meanwhile, I got fed up with my legs moving all during dialysis – it is very tiring and frustrating. So, I tried taking both medications simultaneously on Wednesday and Friday –EEEHAW! Ha! I was out like a light during dialysis – it worked like a charm. However, afterwards I felt like I had a hang over – red eyes, headache (which I rarely get) and nausea. Yum. Hopefully we’ll come up with an answer next week. Have you ever had medications that interact with each other? How do you control the interactions of what various doctors prescribe? Do you consult with your pharmacist? Perhaps do you have a family member who is in the medical field who helps?

On a happy note, I was busy sleeping during treatment on Friday when one of the aids woke me up. She had an extra meal, still hot, that had come for an inpatient who did not get to dialysis, and she wanted to know if I wanted it. I agreed and ate a very nice supper – chicken basted in some kind of sweet sauce, mashed potatoes, peas, tea, a roll and for desert, an apple crumble. The hospital has been making a serious effort to improve their food, and I must say it was very tasty. Of course, I’m a bachelor so my meals are pretty basic but still the supper was delicious. I kept falling asleep as I was eating the crumble, and would wake up with the loaded fork sitting on my chest – Ha! – imagine, not even able to get the food to my mouth, that’s a sad state of affairs. .What is your experience with hospital food? Do you think it has improved over the years or gotten worse?

Would you like another cuppa? I think I’ll have a candy cane as well – I brought some just to spread the cheer… Willow and I are honored that you dropped by today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please feel free to look around at Willow’s other posts while you’re here. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing you here in the garden again next week.

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: I would ask you if you would  like another  cuppa, or  another cake . !   If we were having Coffee  Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/     

 

Change is Constant

Seasons come  and seasons go  but change is constant, it will go on

No matter how you rant, rave  and struggle you won’t escape the throng

How  we all think we can buck  the trend, it can’t  be done my friend

Try  as  you might  you will get caught on the tread mill in the end!

 

The  four seasons are full of beauty, each one a special delight

The joy  of  a crisp winter morning  and the scent  on a late  summer night

Autumn  afternoons  bonfires smoke rising to a harvest moon.

Then Spring  their little sister  blossoming  not  a second  too soon!

 

Seasons come  and seasons go  but change is constant life goes around

The mysteries of life are there for all of us  all, miracles  abound.

No matter how you rant, rave  and struggle you won’t escape the throng

How  we all think we can buck  the trend, it can’t  be done my friend

Try  as  you might  you will get caught on the tread mill in the end!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Autumn Annie is back!

The wind is whipping up  her gown, playing with her hair.

The rustling leaves  sing their songs as they skip past her.

Her warm gold ribbons looped loosely  through her lusty rusty locks.

Enough to excite the farmers boys up and  at their work early, with the noisy cocks.

The Butterflies bid her farewell  though sad they know it’s time to go .

Summer has fled and though still fleetingly warm it won’t last  long they know.

Something prickly round her toes makes her squeal  with sweet surprise

It is a snuffling hedgehog he is looking for a place to sleep away from prying eyes.

 

She smelt  the bonfires ,saw  the smoke,  felt the chill fingering her back.

Knowing  Jack Frost was on his way was pleasing for he was such  good crack.

People started rushing home instead of strolling through the park

Children have to come in earlier from play because it is getting dark!

 

Who is she this beautiful waif , this brown eyed red haired  beauty

Of course it is Autumn Annie, here to do her seasonal duty

To gently wave off  Susie Summer and  warmly welcome Winter Wanda

Yes  she brings the fog and wind and  makes the days short and the nights grow longer !

 

Hail to Autumn , Summers Gone.

And gently as the sun goes down

The smoke from bonfires all around.

The hedgehog and the squirrel gone to ground

Grandpa shows the lad the acorns and pine combs he has found.

Twirls of mist at morn and dusk chill the bones

Lights on for breakfast and for tea  in cozy looking homes.

The leaves swirl and dance, children curled up by the fire their noses in tombs.

Fairies dancing in the fire glad they are not outside, it’s getting chilly for the garden gnomes.

The grass is sodden and the  flowers in the garden droop and bend

Fathers and sons bonfires build and another summer is at an end .

All Souls and Halloween are in view lots of spooky things to do for Vlad and his friends.

Frosts and fog sweep and unfurl through the streets across the fields , down to the river and around the bend.

Summer had picked up her skirts and in a flash was gone

Taking with her the warm  and flighty summer song

It’s got  cold and damp, and we’ve lost an hour but nothings wrong

Autumn Annie has returned, now that lovely flowering summer has gone.

Welcome Autumn

Hush, beware she is almost here. I can smell her coming, she is damp and sweet and musty too full of the promise of all she will do.

Hush can you hear her on the breeze,can you glimpse her promise she races through the trees. It isn’t anger that makes her shake the trees it is her pleasure to divest them of their leaves.

Her perfume is of damp leaves and freshly harvested soil. The earth has given up the fruits of man’s honest toil. Also as she passes you can smell the smoke of bonfires summer has gone and winter nears and to fill the middle is to what she aspires.

Her morning habits are tardy she is not like summers early rise and she is quick to bring on night but she will amaze you with her beautiful windswept skies.

photo credits google images

Her skies at night are clear and starry swept clean by her fast hands her sunsets often fiery answering to her demands. Her eyes are full of promise and secrets too for the next few months she will be busy, she has so much to do!

So welcome sister Autumn, welcome and hello to you we are always pleased to see you and enjoy the things you do.

photo credits google images

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