A rabbit scurries away
To its warren from site
Found its food for the day
Now it’ll hide from winters bite
A dog runs around pulling at the leash
Her owner trying to keep pace
This dog wants to be in the heat
As too does her owner with a cold face
Skeletal trees still in the cold
This bitter winters bite
Nothing will grow as winter takes hold
Nature though puts up a fight
Children run in a park wrapped up warm
Scarf’s tight against their necks
Hat’s and gloves too as they laugh and roar
A cold sun blazes bright
Not warming life below, it tries
But oh what a sight
From high above in a cloudless sky
Night draws in mid afternoon
As people rush home for warmth
Animals wild huddle and groom
Whilst people sit by their hearths
All sleep this cold night in comfort
No cold do they feel in their dreams
But the morning will come again in daylight sought
And the cycle of the day begins again as birds sing
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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