My World

Dewdrops tinkling in the springtime,
Rain as it dances on the ground,
Long hair glittering in the sunshine,
Lightning from a silver cloud.

Starlight glowing like a firefly,
Wind as it clears the leaves away,
Misty mornings is a sweet time,
A blanket over where I played.

Brecon Visitor Centre, Wales poem poetry writer

Brecon Visitor Centre, Wales

This is for the WordPress discover challenge: Transcript because this poem was in my notebook archive, and I thought I’d start writing that up again as my New Year’s resolution (yes, it’s halfway through January. But it’s also the first day of the rest of my life)!

Pen Y Fan, south wales

Stormy Weather

On a sunny day when winds don’t blow,

The water rises with a clear glow.

Gathers slowly into clouds,

Angry, surly, swirly clouds.

Boil and broil and put on weight,

The world is dull and that we hate.

The spotty, spattering rain comes down,

Takes up heart and meets the ground.

Bigger drops rain from the sky,

Stomping storming, hurrying by.

Then two clouds meet and shout aloud,

‘I’m a cloud and I am proud.’

They light the sky with lightning glow,

And angry, catchy winds that blow.

Finally, the storm subsides,

But we all remain inside.