

A fleeting moment.
Locked in time frozen magic
Early dawn breaks through.
© willowdot21
Photo from the lense of Dan Antion


A fleeting moment.
Locked in time frozen magic
Early dawn breaks through.
© willowdot21
Photo from the lense of Dan Antion
Welcome to the 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry challenge for #TankaTuesday!

The 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry challenge for #Tanka Tuesday continues with the second week of the Early Cold season. This week’s writing invitation is to compose a haibun using the kigo words and phrases from the Early Cold Part I challenge post.
Walking at First Light
I still miss her, following at my heels. In the early morning. She wrapped in her double fur coat, me shivering. We’d traipse the fields, the birds looking for food on the hard cold earth. She never threatened them curious she’d check out where they pecked. Now I greet the winter dawn alone these days, the crows still forage.
cold light breaks
wrapping my coat close
crows forage


It’s time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt
This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). D.L. (Denise) Finn from last month’s challenge provided the photo for this month’s challenge. Interpret this photo through the eyes of a poet.
I have written an Etheree embodying the Spirit of Winter as bears the end of yearly reign.

Blue,
Colour
Of winter.
White forrest clothed
In soft ghostly mist.
As ever she gives care
To the beloved forrest trees
She hates to bid them fond farewell.
Her time is coming close to it’s end.
She prepares to hand her mantle to Spring.

Hi everyone it is Tuesday and time for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday. This week I am going to answer Colleen’s challenge to try a new disapline. I am going to attempt a Sedoka. What is a Sedoka?
Ken, from Rivrvlogr shares a Sedoka, which is an unrhymed poem composed of two katauta. A katauta is able to standalone, with three lines and a syllable pattern of 5-7-7. A Sedoka therefore has the syllable count: 5-7-7, 5-7-7. Each katauta must be able to be read independently, but also create a cohesive singular work in the Sedoka.
Today’s words are from the lovey Sally Cronin and I must use them synonymously.
Eager and Hope.

Spring seems impatient
Ready to bust and blossom
Full of anticipation
Winter’s not done yet.
White her icy cloak folded
Any second to unfurl








Silently the the white stuff fell
It called to me, it did compel.
All night the quiet, white spread
As I lay snoozing in my bed.
Finally I could wait no more
I got my humans up for sure.
Out into the snow white yonder
The landscape fill my head with wonder.
Off across the field I scurried
All around the white stuff flurried.
I danced and pranced all around
My ball with me new youth I found.
Playing about just like a puppy
Then home for breakfast, I am so lucky.
Jane Dougherty has come up with a theme for May . It is 42, now Jane describes it thus: “42 after Douglas Adams’ answer to the question of life, the universe and everything. The form is like the Cherita in its structure with a bit of added interest. The first line/stanza asks a question or makes a statement that begs a question, the second stanza/two lines sets the scene or the background, the last stanza/three lines answers the question or resolves it in some way.
Why does snow fall
Why down not up, that’s all
I need to know.
It needs to smother everywhere in white.
To silence the loudest night
Dancing flakes flow.
This week it is Dale’s turn to set the prompt K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge . Well he picked A hint of Spring, well this heralded more snow.
Well I have not got a brilliant digital enhancing photo program so I have gone for straight forward statement. Do visit Dale’s post he has done some amazing kaleidascope photos. K’Lee’s post will be here soon.
And Here at K’Lee’s
#CosPhoChal












Well Spring is there but it is well hidden under the snow. Have a good week everyone.

The hush came suddenly
Virgin no stain, snow flurry.
I did a little rewrite of this loved carol to show how the UK is affected by bad weather even though it’s expected!
UK’s Bad Weather
In the bleak midwinter not a train will run
Motorways are carparks,it is no fun.
Snow is falling, snow on snow
But we are never ready you know.
The is gas running short as is electricity
The whole country grinds to a halt when we hit minus C.
I’ve not seen any gritters with their flashing light
Icy rains now falling it will freeze again tonight.
In the bleak midwinter eastern winds do blow
We all need to check our old folks, care for them to show.
Sadly we are never ready however expected
The shops are stripped of staples everything affected
Okay moan over, people have pulled together, volunteers trekked to blocked Motorways to bring them hot drinks and food. Carers and NHS workers struggle into work. We all keep an eye on our elderly family members and neighbours. We are British we will survive 💜

To day I am trying out a form of poetry new to me, the Florette. Check out my blog friends Florette poetry by Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes and Kat at Like Murcury Colliding.
The Florette is a two line poem consisting of six syllables which must rhyme as a poem and internally. So here goes.
Hubby took some videos of Ruby’s morning walk so let’s go with snow.
The Walk.
You don’t quite understand
Yet the touch and feel is grand.
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The Weather
Bleak winter winds blow
Into Spring bringing snow.
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