Monday, 2 January 2012


     Breath of fresh air.

I want a walk
to breathe in fresh air
days after day
grey skies dominate
watching from inside
rain follows storm.

Crossing the field
soaking my boots
to stand by the confluence
in ankle deep oak leaves
soggy brown dead forms
of a season that's passed.

The rivers run caramel
smooth brown so full
creating energy
rolling then splashing
flowing further, journeying
over then over, over and over.

Bushes hang lowly
dripping pathetically
raindrops falling again
bedraggled wet.
I scurry home
to a dry cosy house.

I went out for a breath of fresh air.

22 comments:

Mitch Block said...

You make even this sound beautiful. I wouldn't mind being there -- albeit briefly.

the cuby poet said...

Mitch Block:The places I get my ideas are lovely and in Cornwall but the weather is always unpredictable!

CherryPie said...

The best thing about a walk in the rain is getting home and curling up in the warm with a nice cup of tea :-)

the cuby poet said...

CherryPie: It is all makes one of life's simple pleasures.

Crafty Green Poet said...

very atmospheric poem, very Scottish almost in its mood and weather! (Though at the moment here its blue skies and high winds)

Doris said...

Our rivers are running caramel as well just now, with a sort of frothy cappuccino effect as they fire over the rocks. Its all very impressive but by damn its cold! So far the winds are avoiding the islands but I sense they are approaching. Its a lovely time of year if you are well wrapped up.

the cuby poet said...

Crafty Green Poet: Thank you for comments. It is good to know that what I am trying to say is working.

the cuby poet said...

Doris: It has rained and rained and blown and blown through the night and has just stopped raining about 1/2 hour ago but it is still blowing hard glad I am not at sea.

Gary said...

Great site. If you liked the current post on my site, see the one later this afternoon, my time, which talks about the Redpoll exclusively. Boom & Gary of the Vermilon River, Canada.

Kelly said...

Ohhh...I love this poem!! You've captured the walk so well.

the cuby poet said...

Gary: Great to welcome you here. I have such a lot to learn so I'll be over to see about red polls.

the cuby poet said...

Kelly: Thanks. I hope my writing takes you with me!

Niall & Antoinette said...

Thought I'd say hi. What a lovely poem. The streams and rivers are certainly running caramel here in the Loire!

the cuby poet said...

Niall & amp;Antoinette: Hey great to welcome you here. Glad you liked this poem.

John Gray said...

that COULD have been my day!
lovely

the cuby poet said...

John Gray: So glad you liked it. In the UK I feel it is important to embrace the weather whatever it is!

Elisabeth said...

A climate so different from ours and you describe it so vividly. Thanks.

the cuby poet said...

Elisabeth: Sometimes I do not enjoy our climate! Thanks for your comment.

Yvonne said...

Happy New Year
hope to see you again soon

the cuby poet said...

Yvonne: Good to see you drop by.Happy New Year to you.

eileeninmd said...

A lovely capture of your walk. I can pictue it all in my mind. Running home for a hot cup of tea is nice too. Have a great day and thanks for the visit.

the cuby poet said...

eileeninmd:I am so glad that I wrote about this walk and am happy that you enjoyed it.