Murmuration

03 Saturday Aug 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Children's poetry, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, birds, dance, flight, flock, murmuration, nature, poetry, Starling, summer, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet

As I lay upon the grass

and gaze into the sky,

I see a flock of starlings

scoot and flit on by.

Starlings are a noisy bunch,

it’s true they cannot sing;

but they are, oh so graceful,

as they dance upon the wing.

As I lay upon the grass,

they swoop and glide on by.

I see a flock of starlings,

have a disco in the sky.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Starlings forming fascinating formations over Tøndermarsken, south-west Jutland, Denmark. Image from http://www.pdfnet.dk. Material is in Public Domain. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Where Did January Go?

11 Monday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Nature, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, frost, love, months, poetry, seasons, snow, summer, UK poet, Weather, Yorkshire poet

Where did January go?

Bleak stormed nights

shrouded in snow

February breezed in

without a hello

wearing cloak of frost

and refused to go

until marched out

by the April fools

who cast a clout

breaking all the rules

then come what may

June soon came

and played her part

to warm the heart

of birds and bees

and summer

trees

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Sunrise over Stonehenge on the summer solstice, 21 June 2005 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Summer Blues

02 Monday Jul 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Poetry

≈ 15 Comments

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poetry, rain, summer

Rain falls,

bird calls,

flaming June,

storms straight through,

summer winds,

never ends,

grey skies,

no flies!

Grass wet –

you bet!

Rivers flood,

the garden’s mud,

no picnics planned,

yet hosepipes banned.

Summer blues,

still in shoes,

woollies on,

summer’s gone!

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Umbrellas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Summer

24 Thursday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry

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balm, lacewings, longing, loss, Maypole, nature, poetry, summer

Summer balm weighs heavy

my heart can hear the trill

of eloquent seasons intentions

to nature’s clock fulfil

But… O’er the nest is empty

remains there barren still

as lacewings dance the Maypole

to appease the Mother’s will

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Summer field in Belgium (Hamois). The blue flower is Centaurea cyanus and the red one a Papaver rhoeas. Français : Un champ en été en Belgique (Hamois). La fleur bleue est un bleuet des champs et la rouge un coquelicot. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Simply Spring

18 Friday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Cherry blossom, lilac, longing, Nightingale, poetry, spring, summer, swallows

Nightingale (Photo credit: torugatoru)

A nightingale sings

a wistful melody.

The smell of cherry blossom

on a fresh spring tree.

The smell of lilac

will soon be here,

along with the swallows,

and the summer air.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

One Day

10 Thursday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

≈ 6 Comments

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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.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Waterfalls at Bahati Camp, the first of three camp areas in the Uluguru Mountains. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

For the Love of Rainbows

27 Friday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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cloudburst, delusion, ephemera, heart, heartbreak, impermanence, love, pain, rain, rainbow, summer, transience

Rainbow transience

ephemera of the mind,

love intransigent

no respect of time.

Shimmering splendour

the summer of our life.

Majestic magnificence,

cutting with a knife.

What tantalising trickery

deceiver of our sight,

fleeting, sneering, mockery,

obsessional opulent light.

Delightful and delusional,

experienced by all.

Impermanent illusion,

to trip and then to fall

Cloud burst emotions

pour down like summer rain.

Refractive reflections,

the eternal lovers’ pain.

Broken Heart (Photo credit: Gabriela Camerotti)

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Black Rose

14 Saturday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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Black Rose, Blossom, Flower, grief, heart, loss, Petal, poetry, Rose, spirit, summer, sun, tears

The last of the summer rays

blush gently on my cheek.

Tears fall like dew from the morning rose.

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

I wear my heart upon my sleeve,

I also wear my rose.

Both are there for you to see.

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

The last rose of summer cries.

The heart beats deathly slow.

The sun has set beneath the skies.

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

black rose 1 (Photo credit: Melinda Taber)

The Swallow’s Farewell

27 Tuesday Mar 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing, Worldly Winds

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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…

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Violet-green Swallow – Tachycineta thalassina (Photo credit: slobirdr)

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Tag Archives: summer

Murmuration

Where Did January Go?

Summer Blues

Summer

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One Day

For the Love of Rainbows

Black Rose

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