Winter
Dark blue clouds rolling
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Wind howling
Leaves rustling
Trees hugging boughs close
As winter bullies
The last gold crisp thread of carpet
To the ground.
Total colour
Rainbow from the sky
Falls to earth
Red, brown, gold and yellow
Playground.
Clouds clap
Rains fall
Chill sets
Blue clouds rolling
Wind howling
Trees lie brave and bare
A soft white carpet
Falls from the sky
Silence
Soft soft silence.
Winter’s rest.
Bag Lady 2
She sits on Manly’s promenade
And whistles while she works
Sewing, sewing,
Busy, busy,
Seams across her skirt.
Waves crash on he sands
The wind ships her feeble dirge
Do blend with the seagulls
Fighting for offcast chips
And crumbs of bread.
She sits and whistles
Sewing
And drags her skirt around
Her ragged frame
To sew another seam
A seagull pecks
At a knob of mouldy bread
Protruding from her perished bag,
Squawking, fighting, bickering.
“Shoo” she says:
The lyrics of her song.
by Dianne Simmonds
Mudgee Valley Writers Club
We meet at Club Mudgee, First Floor, Room 2.
On the second Tuesday each month. At 12pm to 3pm.
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