A Stormy Day

A stormy day

By Freya Anastasia Hatfield

A storm is brewing they say, the clouds are rolling in,

the sky’s getting darker, it’s the middle of the day, yet looks as dark as night

energy is building, little flashes appear every once in a while,

not enough for the clouds to erupt, not yet at least.

Nearby water turns the same colour as the sky above,

it once was a tranquil blue, it’s now a dark green turning dark grey.

Waves grow bigger the white horses become prominent.

The wind changes, the tide too has changed, it was calm now its raging

the sky too will soon join in, once this storm is in full blow.

The tree now start to rustle, birds fleeing for protection, they feel the storm

leaves start falling, small and weak branches too, this will be all that’s left once it ends,

the sound is growing, birds chirping, trees rustling, the sound of the sea getting stronger

the sky begins to rumble, the sound of thunder on its way, some say its the greek gods fighting, some say it’s the Gods moving furniture, others say it’s science.

Now the storm is here, the sky lights up, a combination of fork and sheet lightning

dazzles the sky, the light display is like no other, the crack almost shatters glass,

thunder now in full rumble overhead, it’s right on top of us,

it’s loud deafening even, the rain has come too, hailstones bounce, like balls

this is the music the earth creates, it doesn’t last for long half an hour or so, and it’s over.

The sky clears, the ocean calm once again, trees stop moving, birds return home

this is nature, this is a storm it doesn’t last, it leaves its footprint,

fallen trees, huge branches, leaves the size of a dinner plate, the clean up takes longer

it’s worth it for what was witnessed, it’s worth it for the much-needed water,

it relieves the tension that had been in the air. it’s calm for now,

there will be another one they say, hamper down they say this is storm season.

Winters Calling

 Winters Calling

By Freya Anastasia Hatfield

The wind is howling, its blast is icy

cold daggers hit with a winter chill.

It’s dark mornings and cold nights

they creep in so silent yet have a sharp bite

this is the winter calling and the endless nights.

The moon is bright, the night sky is crisp,

the only lights needed, are thousands of miles away

twinkling shining stars, scattered throughout the night sky.

Trees blow in a gentle night breeze now that the night dwellers have left,

the water is calm as it’s inhabitants sleep beneath the unbroken surface.

snow settles for some, and others it’s a mere dream that never comes,

rainfalls for most, some places it floods some it’s a thankful reprieve.

the sun still shines, but the air is crisper and colder than in its sister months

this is the winter calling and the biter months to come.

Trees lose their leaves, the branches standing bare

birds that ones housed there escape migrating to a warmer climate.

Branches cover with frost, turning into glass as they glisten in the suns rays.

Leaves turn red and brown as they lay on the ground,

they turn crisp in the winter air, they crunch beneath unsuspecting feet.

It only lasts for three months a year, yet can feel so much longer.

Animals hibernate, some are more awake,

it makes us wrap up warm, it’s more cozy days indoors.

Movie days, game days, more days spent inside as the bitterness thrives

it’s icy, it’s chilly, it cuts through your clothes,

this is the winter calling.

Autumn days

Hi Thinking out loud here :D

it's been awhile since I uploaded a blog so I thought I'd do a little poem about autumn seen as it is just around the corner for me and today is feeling a lot like autumn. I have decided to change uploads from Wednesdays to Thursdays as I feel like Thinking out loud Thursdays has a nice ring to it.

Autumn days

by Freya Anastasia Hatfield

She is silent

she is soft,

she's a little bitter

a little cold,

she has crisp mornings

and cold nights

She is

Autumn!

She is changing

it always feels new

though she does this often,

she makes leaves change colour

making some fall,

she makes days shorter and nights longer.

She moves time though she does it slyly it always stays the same,

she keeps the sun around but brings rain with it

she can be kind though she knows how to fight,

sometimes she leaves little drops of snow hinting at colder days to come

other times she beams sunrays holding onto the remanents of hotter days just gone,

she is

Autumn!

she changes four times a year though slowly over twelve months

she's hot, freezing and everything in between.

She has long days, short nights

short days, long nights.

she's blankets and fires to keep warm

fans and cold water to keep cool,

she is seasons

Winter,

Spring,

Summer

She is

Autumn!

she comes and goes

sometimes staying longer

before changing once again,

she can be unpredictable

rarely staying the same

she is

Autumn!

she comes in March

and leaves in May

though she returns in October

leaving once again in December

she is

Autumn!

she is peaceful

but loud

she makes herself heard

don't let her freak you out

she is 

Autumn!

she is special

like every season

she is 

Autumn!

Thank you for reading I hope you have a lovely day 

love always Thinking out loud xx :D