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Sounds of the season’s…

falling_leavesWe listened as the summer’s laughter

Faded into the distance

And the rustling leaves begin to fall to the floor

We witnessed the autumn sigh

And as the nights grew darker

We heard the cries

Of the winter

As the cold began to bite

We wait to hear the songs of spring

Sing out in jubilation

And for summer to laugh once more

©Copyright 2014 by June Bolland

May contain Rants

Sounds of the season's…

falling_leavesWe listened as the summer’s laughter

Faded into the distance

And the rustling leaves begin to fall to the floor

We witnessed the autumn sigh

And as the nights grew darker

We heard the cries

Of the winter

As the cold began to bite

We wait to hear the songs of spring

Sing out in jubilation

And for summer to laugh once more

©Copyright 2014 by June Bolland

May contain Rants

Winter Night slumber

winter slumber

The bleakness that coats the cold winter days

Is all too soon eclipsed by the blackness of even colder nights

Winter storms ravage the nature of the land

As rain pounds against the glass

I lie on top of you

Rested is my weary head, as it settles upon your breast

I listen to beats of your now calmed heart

As they send me to my slumber

Safe, nestled, cradled within the softness of your arms

©Copyright 2014 by June Bolland

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Winter sands

 

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As autumn arrives

And winter is not far behind 

The beach becomes a void

Of the throngs of families

Who came in their droves

To frolic and dance on the vast yellow shores

That now lie deserted, abandoned

No more castles will be built until the spring

Yet there is beauty in these unspoilt sands

That makes us walk for miles until we reach the beaches end

And we come to the Bay

Desolate

The waves crash harder against the rocks on the Bay

As we wrap up in thick winter coats to keep the winds from biting

As the tides drive the sea further than it has flowed all year

And the winter sand stings

Rock pools drown in the ebbing tides

And boats are neatly moored in the quayside

And apart from the gulls cry,hungry for food

That’s no longer there to steal

The silence is overwhelming

The greyness of the skies blend into the greyness of the ocean

The shore has been reclaimed

And ours are the only foot prints to be seen along the shore

This is the time I love to go beach walking with you

©Copyright 2013 by June Bolland