Poem: Winter

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Cheeks flushed crimson,

Embers crackle,

As the smoke billows beyond the seams of the Oak smoked door.

 

A faint glow from within the forest,

The little cottage.

Offering temporary relief,

From a permanent frost.

 

Brave the wind, the rain and the snow.

A feat too difficult for now.

Yet a necessity for

Tomorrow.

 

Poem: A December Day

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A December Day

The air is crisp, cold and clean.

My breath sparkles in its grasp like fairydust.

I feel like a fairytale’s dragon.

 

The darkness cloaks the clouds,

Choking out any lasting glimmers of light,

As the sun sets low in the Winter sky.

 

The trees look fragile.

Their vulnerability exposed,

By the nakedness of their form.

 

Time slows.

Patience is a virtue,

As you wait for the freeze to thaw.

 

Spring is almost upon us,

Fingers crossed,

The wait won’t be too long. .

 

 

 

Poem: Winter

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Crimson embers of fire crackle,

Beneath the pale moon light.

The stars they twinkle like tiny freckles,

Upon the face of the night.

 

The sun awakens, from its slumbers,

Naked vegetation shivers with delight.

For they are scarce, they’re few in number,

Desperate for the light.

 

The season sets a spell of slumber,

Upon the many lives,

Of plants and animals growing fonder,

To sleeping day and night.

 

This too shall pass,

It just takes might,

Time will change,

The clock will strike.

 

A day will come,

Where we can surrender the fight,

Of surviving these testing hardships,

But until then. Goodnight.

 

 

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Why The Winter Blues?

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With the sun getting lazier and lazier these November nights, returning to its slumbers faster than I’m sure the majority if us would like, as a result, I hear the miserable moans and groans of grief-stricken commuters. The winter blues have well and truly set in for some and it’s still only autumn! They have alot more groaning to do in that case!

In all fairness I can see why the dark nights and grey days aren’t getting people cartwheeling down the streets but at the same time, with the dark nights come the cosy evenings. The hot meals, the trashy TV and fluffy socks. The colder weather brings out the more comfortable gear, cable-knit jumpers and long Johns are all of our secret wardrobe faves let’s be honest!

With so many things to get down about as the daylight hours decline, let me point out 5 good things to look forward to in these chillier months ahead:

1) Bubble Baths And Steaming Hot Showers. Nothing says I love winter more than ‘so hot it will skin you alive’ showers and ‘prune inducing’ bathtime.

2) Hair To Stay! Yes, long-sleeves, trousers and tights have never been more welcomed on the bodies of those still recovering from  the stubble trauma of summer’s shaving, plucking and waxing shenanigans.

3) Gout –  Just In Time For Christmas. There’s no better excuse to pile on the carbs than in the dark days of November. Take it as a ‘end of year preparation’ for the real feasting to take place at Christmas. Why have pasta and not garlic bread, or a burger without the bun when you could instead have both, at the same time?! The more calorific the meal, the more terrific the meal you’re mantra should be. Cold months call for extra insulation so happy eating!

4) Binge Binge Binge TV. OK, well, most of us make this an all year event but personally, I like to use the more dismal months as an excuse for watching endless hours of Dr. Phil and Munchies.

5) You Look Frumpy And Baggy And Noone Cares. Yes, snugly clothing makes a much yearned for comeback. No one cares if I wear my pyjamas under my puffer coat, they’re probably doing the same. Skin-tight clothing can be for Summer, it’s time to relax and be comfortable in your own skin for atleast  a couple months, right?!

So are Winter blues still a thing for you?

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Poem: Cold

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It’s cold outside,

My windows – opaque.

Toes –  curled up tight.

Hands – beginning to shake.

 

Amber embers of fire flicker,

I begin to rock.

My breath in the air grows thicker,

There’s a hole in my sock.

 

The fat black cat returns back,

She always let’s in the cold.

I bolt shut the cat flap.

As she squeezes out the window.

 

If only I had another pair of socks,

Or a lazy fat black cat.

For now I’m running out of luck.

As the fire’s just blown out by the draught.