Thursday, 9 December 2021

SNOWFLAKES ON THE DAY

 

Smoke curls from the chimneys,

And dissolves into the grey

Then the clouds in exchange

Release snowflakes on the day

 

Soon the air is full of white flakes

Filtering the sounds of life away

The land is soon under deep snow

Of snowflakes released on the day

 

BUT SOFTLY THE MYRIAD SNOW FLAKES FALL

 

But softly the myriad snow flakes fall

These infinite flakes of purest white

Like pure white down of angels wings

Floating gently from heavens height

 

But this is no heaven sent delight

This thing of beauty that cruelly lingers

For harshly touched is the naked earth

When touched by winters icy fingers

SNOWMAN BLUES

 

Out of the snowy lawn

The snowman grew

Wearing a hat and scarf

The way that you do

 

With pebbles for eyes

Pressed into the snow

A smiley twig mouth

And a large carrot nose

 

He’s a magnificent site

The snowman that grew

But he’s just snow and ice

And no substitute for you

 

I wish you were here

To chase the blues away

I wish you’d come back

To me for Christmas day

IN MY BACK GARDEN DURING LAST WINTER

 

In my back garden during last Winter

I saw the strangest of things

The fattest Robin I’ve ever seen

It was like a cricket ball with wings

SOME CRUMBS OF BREAD

 

Some crumbs of bread

Some bacon rind

Perhaps some nuts

Might be kind

It’s up to you

To decide what’s best

To set upon the table

For Robin red breast


LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST

 

“Little Robin redbreast

Where can you be?

Dear little Robin

Come and say hello to me”

 

“I can’t “says the Robin

“The winter is preventing me”

 

“Little Robin redbreast

Where can you be?

Dear little Robin

Come and say hello to me”

 

“I can’t say hello to you

Because I’m frozen to this tree”

ROBIN

 

Crimson breasted

Perching on a gate

Robin red breast

Looking for a mate

A hardy suitor

Courting and wooing

Proudly displaying

In ritual pursuing

Trying to impress

To attract a wife

So in the spring

There’d be new life

And for his efforts

Amidst winter hard

He gets to appear

On a Christmas card

SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE CLOUDS

Some people are like clouds In strange kind of way Because when they fuck off It becomes a beautiful day