Nearly forgot to post this…
Nearly forgot to post this…
Autumn is the crisp morning dew followed by golden sunshine and rains of multi-coloured leaves
Everything crunching under foot with a satisfying crunch, scrunch, crunch
Delicious spices fill the air with pies, casseroles and soups
Harvest time for all, pumpkins, squashes, apples and more
Cheeky children knocking at Halloween’s door, begging for candies and little treats
You have to give it to them, they are so sweet
Dew drops start to freeze in the cooling air
Summer is gone without a care
Soon it shall be winter
Bonfires burn and glow, fireworks emblazon the night skies
The fire is filled to the brim with wood, hear it snap, snap snap to a crisp in the heat
Winter shall be here in a heart beat
Under trees I walk
Merrily I step into autumn
Never too cold or warm – it always pleases me
Winter is born again, through the tears of spring, the summer rain and the great bloody fall.
Now snowmen can have their ball, their jewels of ice and snowflake
Each year an elegant remake of the old becoming new
In crisp white gowns they gander at the brilliant white fields and lanes
Knowing that each year is different, knowing each year is just the same
The festivities are just starting
What fun there is to be?
Celebrating life’s ending
Celebrating with grand feasts
All the snowmen gather, with their noses of carrot and coal
Dancing on the frozen lake
Dancing with all their soul
And as winter nears its ending, the beginning begins to start
A brand new year is coming
Get ready with all your heart
For the winter’s end is warming
And spring is coming by
To melt the snowmen to heaven
With their jewels of snow and ice
And there you have it
Here it comes
Yes, the New Year has arrived
And the New Year has begun
I am not just a writer, I am a self-taught artist too; since being a self-taught artist I have loved to paint with watercolours primarily landscapes, dragons and birds. I only have three or four artist friends who solely concentrate on artworks, half of them are fantasy artists and because of this I consider myself pretty much isolated from the art community, therefore I had no idea that October equals Inktober in the art community and I had no idea what Inktober meant.
On the fourth of October my best friend Erin Cooper (fantasy artist at Shadowind Studios) asked me what I have done for Inktober? “What’s that?” I asked her and she explained more to me.
She has done a lot of work for Inktober and I told Erin that I didn’t think I would participate because I am revving myself up for NaNoWriMo and I don’t think I can afford to go out and buy some ink especially for Inktober until after Christmas, by which time it would be too late. She said that I didn’t need to go out and buy anything special, it’s not strictly doing art with artist ink, it is anything that has ink, like a permanent marker, a biro etc., which I must admit relieved me.
I have done some pictures with a bic, small ones that could comfortably sit inside a fifty pence piece. But I won’t scan them to put online because they are on the sides of some important notes, password books and ideas. I will do more on fresh pieces of paper tonight though.
I have so far, drawn koalas and two people together, a snowman, a tribal maze like face and the devils trident.
I plan to draw another snowman, a frog and perhaps some other tribal maze-like faces.
From the writing prompt suggestion given by Sara Comte, Writing on banana peels http://writingonbananapeels.wordpress.com/2013/05/13/writing-prompt-stories-of-color/
Here is my poem about the color brown.
Brown leaves crushed under my foot
Warm weather slowly fading
This is how I know summer is cascading
The woodland trees are going bare after flicking from red to brown
There’s coolness in the air and crunchiness to the ground
Oh soon it will be winter, where nothing shines like bronze
Oh how I love dear autumn the next one feels aeons
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Throwing my soul into the cosmos.
Work by Rain Alchemist
The fate of two worlds is decided by a few
The poetry of ineptitude.
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for
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