Swallows come back.
Dogs splish and splash.
Ice cream fun.
A Autumn night
Bonfires burning.
Golden leaves crunching.
Scent of cinnamon baked apples
Winter in Carlisle
Snow swirls down Arnside road,
A gentle storm taking over.
Sweet, appetising smell of hot chocolate.
Summer
Ice cream van sings down Dale Garth Avenue.
Delicious smell of nuggets and curly fries.
Jump in the pool swimming time.
The Bike by St Martin’s School
The abandoned bike leans against the silver birch tree longing to be ridden.
The rusty gears still able to move it like a cheetah;
The rubber tyres so flat that they are practically pancakes.
The neck of the bike frame so mossy it was camouflaged.
The dusty, worn-out seat home to a spider’s family, holding a lifetime of memories with a spring still in it’s step.
The light too dim to illuminate the rider’s way.
Bent handle bars like an injured bull’s horns,
Ceramic angels sat, longing for their lost rider.
The leaky water bottle housing wild flowers in memory of it’s final owner.
Impossible
You are the impossibility of
a fast snail,
a slow plane,
a warm winter,
a talking dog.
Time
You are the time it takes to grow an apple tree, standing high and tall,
growing apples, shining bright filled with juice.
Impossible
You are the impossibility of
a frozen fire,
a loud mouse,
some warm ice
and unrippable paper.
Peaceful spring
You are the smell of spring flowers waiting peacefully for someone to enjoy your company.
Curious Cat
You are a curious cat caught in a web of thoughts like a fly caught in a spider’s web.
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