10 Monday Mar 2014
Matchmaker trees,
trunks of knobbly knees,
arthritic twigs,
that creak in the breeze.
A splutter of leaves,
yellowed nicotine trees,
the breath of a smoker,
lets out a wheeze.
We’re dying, they weep,
as autumn does creep,
within crispy veins,
as they lay down to sleep.
© Trees 28.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Ash Tree in Fall (Photo credit: hz536n/George Thomas)
10 Thursday Oct 2013
Posted in Poetry
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Newborn conker
Chestnut gleam
White top hat
Shines autumn sheen
Boys delight
To wait for fall
Victors conqueror
Conquests enthrall
Oh that shimmer
Lasts but a day
Before they harden
For battles play
Conker 10.10.2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
08 Friday Feb 2013
Posted in Daily life, Nature, Poetry
Scudding clouds,
September skies,
sleeping shrubs,
trees heave sighs,
for winter comes,
with amber sun,
scudding clouds,
signal summer’s,
done.
© September Skies
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: the forests in new hampshire in autumn (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
22 Monday Oct 2012
Posted in Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, change, death, impermanence, poetry, seasons, teardrops, winter
Amber autumn,
carpets the ground,
teardrop leaves,
fluttering down.
Her beauty has faded,
her season is gone,
the harshness reflected,
in the cold winter sun.
Summer swifts sing,
their final love song,
as they take to the wing,
they no longer belong.
She weeps tears of petals,
as her dreams decompose,
her lover has left her,
to winter’s repose.
© A Little Decomposition 22.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Sophy, centre, in Autumn Leaves. Alice Gray is on the left. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
13 Saturday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, frost, hare, leaves, ploughed fields, poetry, winter, winter hare
Bared earth
fallow fields
ploughed furrows
concrete puddles
frosted peaks
morning hare
runs wild
winter sun
bleached sky
mist hangs
heavy air
winter cloaks
autumn leaves.
© Morning Hare 13.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit – The Hare that came closer… (Photo credit: Ian-S)
28 Friday Sep 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, fall, knobbly knees, nicotine, poetry, trees, twigs
Matchmaker trees,
trunks of knobbly knees,
arthritic twigs,
that creak in the breeze.
A splutter of leaves,
yellowed nicotine trees,
the breath of a smoker,
lets out a wheeze.
We’re dying, they weep,
as autumn does creep,
within crispy veins,
as they lay down to sleep.
© Trees 28.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Ash Tree in Fall (Photo credit: hz536n/George Thomas)
10 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
Tags
autumn, first love, heartbreak, loss, love, memories, poetry, reminiscence, spring, summer, tears, winter
How I lived,
loved, and
lost,
in a
day.
A crisp winter
walk. Breath.
November
skies so
fresh.
Suffocating summer
afternoons, spent
making love, in
your bedroom.
Passionate.
Autumn abandonment.
Love tossed aside.
Sad, bitter tears,
words said,
love dead.
Armchair reminiscence,
so long ago,
memories,
spring,
forth.
How I lived,
loved, and
lost,
in a
day.
© One Day 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Waterfalls at Bahati Camp, the first of three camp areas in the Uluguru Mountains. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
27 Tuesday Mar 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing, Worldly Winds
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, banish, dreams, farewell, frost, longing, loss, memories, poetry, song, sorrow, summer, Swallow, tears, UK poet, winter, Yorkshire poet, youth
You took my dreams;
The swallows of my autumn years,
and banished them without a care.
You defiled and destroyed their virgin flight,
ones that remained have migrated to the winter sun.
So hopeful and fresh in the youth of their summer state;
but summer soon passed, and I did not see it happen.
The leaves of youth have fallen and…
the sorrow of winter tears cover them in frost.
I still hear their distant cries,
and the smell of their season.
I have their memories and the calls of their summer song.
So long departed, so far away, but…
I still feel the warmth of their summer.
Goodbye my Swallow friends, may you find
your dreams on a distant shore.
Dreams that are not mine, but can be lived,
once more…
© The Swallow’s Farewell 27/03/2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Violet-green Swallow – Tachycineta thalassina (Photo credit: slobirdr)
Worldly Winds 