Home
ABOUT US
Recent Posts
- Smiling
- Out Of Darkness
- Colour my World
- Assessment
- A Tribute to Frank Ifield by Harriet Blackbury
- Butterflies
- A Tribute To Richard Tandy ( Electric Light Orchestra) by Harriet Blackbury
- A Tribute To Duane Eddy (Duane Eddy & The Rebels) by Harriet Blackbury
- A Tribute To Michael Pinder (The Moody Blues) by Harriet Blackbury
- The Chair Affair
Recent Comments
- Pitch Perfect on
- Pitch Perfect on
- Making A Difference on
- Loose Ends. on
- Harriet’s poem live on LDOK.net on
Categories
- Animals (74)
- Family Life (285)
- Friendship and Trust (129)
- General information (3)
- Hope and Encouragement (170)
- Irony / Inevitability (139)
- Justice / Revenge (30)
- Laughter & Tears (32)
- Life/Living (197)
- Music (329)
- Nature (2)
- Nonsensical Madness (186)
- Obituary / Memorial (61)
- Radio (133)
- Reviews (7)
- Romance (220)
- Sport (144)
- Sunday Poems (15)
- Uncategorized (1)
POEM ARCHIVE
ONLINE SERVICES
BOOKS
Contact Us
Useful Links
January 28, 2020
When woodlands in shambles,
and old fashioned brambles,
lie stinky and soggy with the rain.
and broken tree branches,
just like avalanches,
destroy a once beautiful terrain.
and the aftermath of the season,
that gave us a reason,
to ‘whoop it up’, to the full.
reminds us that celebrations,
no matter how long their duration,
are always followed by a lull.
But very soon after,
the sound of love and laughter,
fills us once more with joy.
when fourteen days later,
cupid arrives to sedate her,
and St. Valentine’s Day, we all enjoy.
Posted in: Nature | | Comments (0)
No Comments »
No comments yet.
RSS feed for comments on this post.
Leave a comment
You must be logged in to post a comment.