Break in the Clouds

We had a glorious day yesterday. It was warm and sunny and such a welcome break to this long cold winter

A BREAK IN THE CLOUDS

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What Happens To Spiders In Winter?

Have you ever wondered what happens to spiders
In the winter when the weather bites cold
Where do they go to? What do they then do?
To stop themselves dying – more so grow old
Do they look for a warm pad with heating
In a barn or a convenient shed
Or do they creep in the house to adjourn
From the frost and curl up in your bed?
But no! Spiders it seems are quite crafty
And manufacture their own antifreeze
That stops ice building up in their insides
To keep their blood flowing with ease!
And their babies – now this is the cute bit!
If they hatch on the coldest of days
Stay huddled together in the egg sac
Until a time when there are warmer rays
Then they chomp through the outer protection
With their fangs as a means to run free
To escape and get on with their own lives
Spin webs – have their own family
But moreover if you see a spider in your house
Know it hasn’t come in from the cold
But most likely has lived his whole life there
In the cracks, out of sight so I’m told!
And thus in the midst of a winter
Know your spider has his own box of tricks
And is probably sat nearby observing
You watching a film on Netflix!

Harbinger of Winter (A Haiku)

Winter’s Kiss

Winter arrived
Littering the landscape
In a delicate dusting of desiccated coconut
That smooched innocently with nature
A lacklustre covering of snow
Yet still beautiful
Powdering the world in sifted icing
As she kissed the Earth
In a spectacle to behold

 

Winter Sun (Haiku)

Bright sun in winter
Infusing the soul with hope
Energy and life

Seasons Of Life

The golden days of summer stand aside
Making room for autumn’s copper legacy
Clearing the way for winter’s ebony boughs
And the darkness that will fall upon the Earth

The barren, bleak, harsh cold obscurity
Where frosts will claw at the fallen harvest
Nourishing the deadened yet expectant ground
In readiness for the emerald Spring

And thus too in our own wildernesses
Let dying colours seep and imbue our souls
Milling out of sight in paint pots of anticipation
Until we are ready – once again

Ready to burst forth with radiance
Glorious brightness shining in golden rays
For the seasons of life are ours for the living
In nuggets of renewal; cyclic revival; resplendent

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Winter Sheep (Haiku)

Sheep in frosty field
In camouflage with winter
Season of whiteness

English: Sheep in a Frosty Field Unusually for sheep the three in the foreground stared at me rather than running away. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dear All ….

Let me take you by a frosty hand
And show you sights unseen
When I am hidden, unreleased
When warmer times have been
And by my icy magic I’ll
Reveal glorious sights
By touching each with frost behold
Magnificent delights
Of icicles and spiders webs
Hung in intricate lace
Before your eyes to marvel at
Unmasked by winter’s grace

With much love
Jack x

Winter (A Haiku)

Winter’s icy grip
Clasps tightly with cold intent
Awaiting Spring’s thaw

English: Ripe crabapple covered in icy glaze due to freezing rain (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

The Bosky Wood

It won’t be long til you can go
Down in the bosky wood
To see a new year sprout again
With leaves in bud; hear birds’ refrain
Imbue the spring air good

Where lambs will jump up through the air
And Daffs blow on the breeze
Where life will rise up from the ground
To herald in the season sound
From hibernation’s freeze

And there above the canopy
The sun will start to climb
Up in the sky with greater strength
With warmth kept no more at arm’s length
By hailing in springtime