Ode to British Weather

The morning mist shifts,
silver-white
and tinged with regret.
(Its place, the cold night,
calls it home)

As first rays break the
horizon,
day birds sing "Morning!"
Breakfast hunt aided
by the light

Each glowing red and
gold-edged cloud,
dipped in light and hung;
a prideful banner
to the sun

"Red?" You ask, "Like tales
of shepherds,
warning of something
yet more foul than
what has gone?"

"This is British sky!"
Sun's reply
echoes through chimneys;
mirthless laughter
borne on wind

The clouds lose their glow
(red replaced
with regimented
grey and silver
standard drab)

And rain follows fast.
Rivers rise
to meet the endless
flow of soft and
heavy dreich

"Enough!" You call, "I
leave! Away!
Monaco, or some
sunny bay on
holiday!"

But, if you go, you
will return.
For who wouldn't miss
the lush green hills
of Britain?

When all's said and done,
we complain
too much. You don't know...
tomorrow might
be sunny...

NaNoWriMo 2012 - Journey of a Dying Art

As the world of the modern human moves from paper to screen; from written text to moving pixels and from pages to air, I find myself asking "Am I joining a dying art, by beginning my writing journey now?  Will anyone actually read books in ten, fifteen, twenty years from now?"

100 Words - Winter Drums

I'm a bit late this week (it's actually last week already...).  Seeing as it's pretty-much Hallowe'en, I thought I'd give this one a spooky twist.

The prompt, from Julia's Place, via LimeBirdWriters, is: "and winter will bring"

100 Words - It can't be that time...

I beat the LimeBird Writers to the challenge this week, haha!

The prompt from Julia's Place is: "It can't be that time".

This week, Julia's Place is explicit about the word count; 100 words, plus the prompt, totalling 105.

I swear it's becoming easier to write after all this practice. I had an idea forming in my mind even as I wrote the prompt down.

See my attempt below...