Moodswings

moordykspot2

 

Moodswings.

 

Bleak smokey grey day,

Mists climbing,descending,

Shrouding the hills, now invisible,

Autumn drizzle,

Or is it early Winter,

Falls steady on the railway bank,

 

I hear the birds sing,

Tho' I cannot see them,

Camouflaged in the still green leafed treetops,

Robins bright redbreasts gleam,

In the blackberry bush,

Unseen helicopter flies overhead,

 

Atmosphere thickly intense,

Simple love nature gives,

Goes missing as new winter dawns,

It is a little too late,

For me to contemplate,

My spirit leaves my body to dream,

 

And Moodswings,

They begin to spiral.

 

 

moordykspot2

  • Author: moordykspot2 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 4th, 2019 13:50
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments5

  • Goldfinch60

    In all the greyness be assured that the sun will shine and new life will rise again.

    • moordykspot2

      It will indeed my friend. There is a part 2 to this poem but I did not think it strong enough to post. Thank you for your comment

    • Suresh

      Life is a smorgasbord of events, if it's sad now, it shall be glad soon.

      • moordykspot2

        Thanks for your comment Suresh Much appreciated

      • Neville

        it is hard to put into words precisely why, but I thoroughly enjoyed the journey you just took me on..... Neville

        • moordykspot2

          If you enjoyed it my friend that is satisfaction enough. Thank you

          • Neville

            I did indeed... N

          • Fay Slimm.

            Such an engaging reflection on autumnal moods - thanks for these atmospheric moments with natural change.

          • moordykspot2

            Thank you Fay for your comment and your poetry a standard I am now striving to achieve.



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