
North Norfolk
Writer's Group
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A Winter Gathering
Pink-footed geese
East wind blow
Pompous clouds
Replete with snow
Hoar frost granite
Mountain scape
Long boats pull
On glacial lake
Viking Valley
Steeped in throng
Echoes back
The wedding song
Oily darkness
Falling night
Diopside drips
From Northern light
A winter bride
With glace` lips
A twisted crown
Of scarlet hips


Walking Paddy in the Snow
In woollen coats and scarves pulled tight
we make our way into the night.
Our steps are muffled as we go
walking Paddy in the snow.
An eerie haze hangs in the air,
creates a mystic atmosphere.
Paddy stops, he sniffs the air,
he knows more snow will soon be here.
We wander the deserted street,
Warm, winter boots encase our feet,
stamping imprints on the ground
with a satisfying squeaking sound.
The Christmas tree stands wide and tall
outside the shop, its branches sprawl,
with festoon lights, brightly bedecked,
they wrench apart to reconnect.
The Christmas tree rocks to and fro
and radiates an Ethereal glow.
Its shadows on the wall convene
a ghostly, shadow puppet scene.
The waning crescent moon revealed
the sky gives forth its frosty yield
It casts its bounty everywhere,
this non forgiving saboteur.
Snow clings fast to Paddy’s coat,
he clearly wants to loco-mote
We see our world in monochrome
turning away we head for home.
Norfolk Mawther
Wind howling
Leaves spinning
Shaking fences
Trail left
Clearing
Despairing
Sometimes
Clouds black
Lightening
Shocking
Thunder
Booming
All around
Sometimes
Helen
Through My Window
Bright blue skies
Sun blazing
Frost coating
White across
Gardens
Roofs
Sometimes
Snow falling
Effortlessly
Flakes swirling
Laying on
Lawns
Walls
Sometimes
Skies grey
Rain sliding
Hard sheets
Slicing into
Shrubs
Paths
Sometimes