Tag Archives: Autumn
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.
Peaches and cream
What a dream
On a hot and summery day
The taste of heaven in a bowl
Be careful the angels don’t take it away!
Blackberry born on a bed of thorns
Delicious when they aren’t red
Pick them all carefully in the briars
And put them in a jam for your bread!
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
Enshrouded in brassy tones, you stand with many or you stand alone, you were once covered in soft sweet smelling leaves of emerald green, now they’ve turned crisp and are falling from your strong old eaves.
A ragged blanket of golden and brown hues covers the landscape as summer’s excused.
Nights grow longer, soon winter will come, the blanket renewed, landscapes benumbed.
But for all that it’s worth, it is temporary, a fleeting display, always contemporary, it puzzles us so with each coming year that the beauty seems new yet it always appears.
Autumn is lovely, winter is too, spring is much better but summer is too.
Our seasons are cherished, we love them so much, and how can we have malice, when our hearts they do touch?
Seasons are our gifts, enjoy them while they last, for seasons they come and go forever, quite fast.
© Tina Cousins 2013