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.

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Goldfinch60 May 5th, 2019 00:53
In all the greyness be assured that the sun will shine and new life will rise again.
- moordykspot2May 5th, 2019 11:27
  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 May 5th, 2019 10:21
Life is a smorgasbord of events, if it's sad now, it shall be glad soon.
- moordykspot2May 5th, 2019 11:28
  Thanks for your comment Suresh Much appreciated
Neville May 6th, 2019 11:16
it is hard to put into words precisely why, but I thoroughly enjoyed the journey you just took me on..... Neville
- moordykspot2May 6th, 2019 15:35
  If you enjoyed it my friend that is satisfaction enough. Thank you
- NevilleMay 6th, 2019 17:12
  I did indeed... N
Fay Slimm. May 6th, 2019 11:20
Such an engaging reflection on autumnal moods - thanks for these atmospheric moments with natural change.
moordykspot2 May 6th, 2019 15:36
Thank you Fay for your comment and your poetry a standard I am now striving to achieve.

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