A Poem ~ March. By K.S Blackmore

When winter starts to tail of and March with a feeling of Spring like peeps in the window befriending us all….. inspired this poem…..

March.

Is Winter dispersed till the calendar ends?
Through windows unlatched Spring befriends.
The bore of snowdrops and trees penned,
In sepia last season now rended.
The chain released and the lock descends,
The alarm trends and starlight ascends
With the slumber party ending
Turns day light dreaming
Ears re-tune and life`s re-tuning
On washing lines spilling.
Crumbs thrown, the cake tin refilling
Romance recites in gardens singing.
The black and white still turn lullaby
In a patch work of pastels untie,
Crocus and daffodils and cherry blossom high,
Brimstone butterfly and the wild roses untie
With a warming embrace March befriends.

~ K.S Blackmore

~ Q – What of March befriends you…..?
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– For me the sight of a daffodil

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A Poem ~ Ode To Ruby. By K.S Blackmore

A poem I penned thanking my choc labrador “Ruby” for giving me a reason to wake up each day, after the death of my mum (being her carer was a double blow for me to face – my mum gone and my job gone too). Ruby as this look she gives me – head tilted and a deep look in her eyes (- I feel she feels my pain) and this poem came to me…..
Thanks Ruby (my fur angel) this ones for you X 🙂 …..

Ode To Ruby.

A rainbow in fur befell my way,
`Coz with you there is no grey.
– A angel portray,
In that face with eyes that say.
Wipes a grin across the mood each day,
So much patience’s drifts sorrow away
Shelters me before tears out-weigh.
Get me up for-noon, no lay!
Lead me out the door aweigh,
Where the blue skies convey
And rays of sun light spray
Spare me, before cloud survey.
Your tail not once does grey,
`Coz with you there is no grey
A rainbow in fur befell my way.

~ K.S Blackmore

~ Q – Has your dog become your angel…..?
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A Poem ~ Ode To Milk Flower*. *Snow Drop By K.S Blackmore

January’s first sight of a milk flower inspired this poem….
Before the last Snow Drop melts……

Ode To Milk Flower.

In this grave of Jan a welcome sight,
Site of sorrow yields bright
Hold faith for the year show-light
Starlight gazing in this dead-light,
Delicate beads spilling white
The years first tender bite
Drawn up through earth tight
Angels drawn in earths night
Flirting in Winters unloving bite…..
Milk Flower emerges in sight!


~ K.S Blackmore

Q ~ What does the sight of snowdrops bring to you….?

#milkflower

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A Poem ~ Oh Winter. By K.S Blackmore

Sat in the car one November Saturday afternoon ~ a typical Winters afternoon – freezing, pouring down with rain and bleak, this poem came to me…..

Oh Winter.

Oh Winter,
And now you prevail merely a beginning,
And already I`m disheartening.
You are not Summer or Spring romancing
And even Autumn I keep in holding.

Oh Winter,
You descend promise-less,
You descend a lock key-less.
A charmless gift that lingers impatience-less,
Untied in dried grass dreamless,
In aromas of bitterness,
From the baked sun of June`s end amiss

Oh Winter,
Do not let earth walk in sleep,
For I`m helpless in weeping,
With flora absent, few creatures peeping,
In this contemplation before me, Winter a sweep.
No hue left, does seep,
To ease these long drawn short days steeped
A negative of seasons reaped.

Oh Winter,
In this January day in brown,
How will I stir, when morning light in frown?
Un-ascending till lunch touch-down.
And all I sight is scare and brown,
In this cupboard bare-down.

Oh Winter,
You are not ones season of best!
I become bluer still with dark-some, rested,
Before me and more-so unblessed,
In these days of night, frozen of zest.
The heart freezing still under-vest.

Oh Winter,
You cast the canvas white,
Each solum morn light.
Blowing feather and fur a brutal breath bite,
Leaving tiny beats a mountain plight.
As I`m earthed beside a burning timber light,
Not prevailing till daffodils in sight.

Oh Winter.

~ By K.S Blackmore

Does Winter make you sigh….. ?

#ohwinter

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This Early Bird Got The…… Dawn Awakening!

This early bird got the worm…. well the dawning unfolding!
So glad I dragged myself up and out the door when I did, any later and this morning would of been missed…..

First tabs for me on this beautiful morning awakening, as the land nudges ever so slowly from the nights slumber. The sun peeping through the mist reminds me of misty eyes not quite come to. The mist adds a sense of a winters dream, the far not emerging till i walk closer!
– The land still stands!
The sun starting to peep through means surely we are in for a lovely day (hopefully….. morning at least?)

The dimmer switch slowly turns, the new day calling….
This morn is peaceful, so still after yesterdays rain
Mother as woken in a different mood, she is calm this morn

For now the earth is mine, just mine…..
Fresh air fills the nose, ears hushed in stillness, eyes see the land emerging in this beautiful winter sunrise and my footprints leave the first marks.
– A touch of frost came over-night – leaves on the ground give a crunch, and gems of water frozen, hang from bare branches. Tree trunks – tall and short, branches among the tree tops. Bracken piles all add to this vista unfolding.

I walk not alone – Roe deer already roaming the land, 3 I count.
A blue tit sings before breakfast, a buzzard already searching for his.
White-washed white pearls – Winters floral beauty, dainty snowdrops now in full bloom catch the eye in the half-light.

The land may be in hibernation, yet she is a pretty sight.
The land is smiling and I smile back……
Thank you nature for dragging me out.

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Grief Is A Winters Day

It is just over a year since mum passed, I am still grieving. (Actually maybe not fully come to terms with the fact that mum will not come back through the front door.)
It`s these Winter days that best sum up how I feel……

Some days are the Winter day 1 (that comes in sad black) –
I am Winter, dormant. No early signs of Spring.
The Winter day that upon daylight a white blanket as settled, – A white out and stuck inside till the thaw melts away the frozen tears. A bitter chill of a world I do not want to battle today….. hibernation is my answer, forced back under, earths blanket too heavy to lift this day. Grey fills the skies and comes inside too…….

Other days are the Winter day 2 (that comes in hope of white) –
Those Winter days that feels Spring as sprung……
The heavens roll in blue and the sun stays out, gives a welcoming hug (in the right spot), the birds are out and sing a fine tune and flowers too pop-up – clumps of snowdrops, a early daffodil, primroses in the garden or branches of blossom…. pastel patches of colour lift the heart and keep a hold of the smile…..

Like each Winters day, I too do not know what I will be tackling till I leave the darkness, brave the awaking, the forced emerging, the window opened and the light I let come in…..

Perhaps a daffodil also,
Perhaps she will flower or perhaps she will not bloom this year…..?
– half a inch or so pushed up through the earth, a glimmer of hope……
Time allows each daffodil her own pace to flourish slowly or fast, each getting to bloom on own terms, when she feels ready. No pressure, just the joy of Springs flower – come late Winter or Late Spring, still blooming in that happy colour of sunshine.
– With a message Winter is fading, Spring is here……. maybe……?

In time I hope for my Winter to fade and my Spring to come and greet…..
(perhaps hanging around……)
I`ll cling to that daffodil – when Winter is gripping to tight to my heart, yet not wanting to fade away…..
And that delicate snowdrop too – who braves the freeze, mother cannot stop her heart beating.
Whilst this freeze of mine almost stops my heart beating and mother can not help, I`ll be brave on my own when skies of grey roll in…..
And the dots of pink among the bare cherry branches – specks of heart-beats of hope…. life back again this year. Too my heart beats a little stronger when warmth brings a smile back on my face,
Hope.

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The Unsung Winters Day.

Out the back door – sunny with a nippy wind chill, beautiful.

Out the window no white blanket does cover or white dew drops on-top the grass….. yet still a beautiful winters day all around.

Winter is calling – the wind is chilled, the finger tops frozen. The sun offers a warm welcoming hug (in the right spot), and whispers creatures of all sizes to come out and seek…. and they have – small birds all over – in voice and just in sight, red kites up high, a hare ground level.

In no Winter slumber, the earth not bare- patches of green hue, shows hints of summers crop. Catkins of the hazel to have appeared. The trees lost of there decor, shimmer by solar power in this late morning light, no sad skeleton sight and a chance to admire there outlines – the shapes, the trunks, the inside lost in much of the year.
Simple colours, this black and white vista offers peace, mediation and relaxation. Making a change from natures fav green hue – fresh Spring green and then Summers green overload, and then Autumns vivid colour.

New paths come to light, old paths now easy paths – unobstructed, no bramble tripwire, no nettle stings, no hidden wasp nests (was summer walks such a joy?!) anywhere seems possible!
– I`m warm enough and the dogs still boundless with energy….. and I`m surprised Winters earth is keeping me out….

The landscape of winter in plain sight, such a wonderful view……
No frills of frost or snow needed, the bare that winter brings is no place to avoid!

And a moments eye shut and Spring it feels….

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A Twilight Wander.

The last walk of the day and twilight is descending…..

Upon approaching the woodland the sun turns into a ball of fire, the heavens too a blaze of neon pink! The day refusing to go without a spectacular goodnight.
As i wander through this land of trees, the silhouettes of the trees – all branches and bare gives the impression the wood is on fire – eerie!

While i trend carefully watching where i place each step (deep mud, rabbit holes, ruts, poo etc!), I spot two roe deer running across the path way and then pausing to watch me disappear into the distance…
A few paces later a woodcock shoots up from among a bracken heap (a winters tick), nice to know i am not alone in this strange time of day.
A small dusk chorus sings above ear level (the rest obviously getting the warmest perches for this long winters night…). After the pheasant with a racket (he is no singer) (he always gets the last say) brings silence to this wood.
The day fading signals a end of day bell to encourage the nights slumber,
Mother (nature) calls bed time and light fades out.
(So much nicer and very encouraging to tell of bed time then the mornings alarm – can we have that too? Please?).
The day done, time for a long rest on what feels already will be a freezing night…
The sunset wiped, dusk settles, not quite pitch-black….

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Flipping Freezing!!

I awoke to a chill this morn….. with curtains pulled back…. the garden was frozen, a proper frost in view! But i do not mind, for the sun is bright and warming to the heart. A promise to of a fine day, those winter blues will not strike today.

And the extra jobs the frost brings are no chore;
– The basket of logs restocked and brimful!
fire-side dozing this evening will keep me going…!
– The birds are grateful for a helping hand, i am sure.
– A life-line too the un-thawing of the bird baths.
A smile they give back upon watching them bathe… how? When the water is surely beyond freezing?!
They all come to stock up and splash – sparrows, dunnocks, a robin, blackbirds (they appear to be kiss chasing already, no Christmas blues for them!), a couple of starlings, blue tits, and my old friends (yes!). The Blackbirds struggle to hang on the feeder and peck at the same time, so they had a fat-ball left on the ground (Its the little things).
Surprisingly no squirrel today!

I retreat indoors, the fingers numb, the layers shed (no bad weather with the right coat – fact.), yet the soul is warm.
The hounds seem to love this cold weather(!?!)…. the asking will be answered after porridge and a search for my thermals…..

A flipping freezing winters day to store for Summers memory….!?

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