Written by Alison Fielding. (December 2018)
Happy Christmas Everyone!
Happy 1st Christmas Arlo x.
Love Alison x (Nonna)
On opening my front door this morning,
I saw the beauty of autumn calling,
jewels from heaven falling down to earth,
the season heralding the saviours birth.
As bronze tipped gold and copper snow,
softly carpets the ground below,
I wonder by chance if the wise men three,
would give a gift of golden leaves,
for a baby king to lay his head,
an autumnal quilt for the royal bed.
Soon we will leave this season of colour
and open our doors to a season of wonder.
Where children’s eyes are filled with dreams,
of Santa’s sleigh and nativity wings,
and autumn will be but a memory once more,
and the scene will be new
when I open my door.
Love Alison x
Driving a familiar route
I turn off the radio,
and tune into Autumns voice.
She’s singing a colourful melody
and notes of pumpkin, orange and lime
infuse the air.
Her jewel laden arms wave at me,
and I smile back
as once again,
asking nothing of me,
Love Alison x
“Give it a magic tap Lilly”
A squeal of delight as a bucket is lifted,
and Lilly’s first sandcastle stands proud.
A little room for improvement,
with jagged turrets and crumbling walls,
but isn’t that how a perfect sandcastle should be.
Built with enthusiasm
excited smiles, and
a bit of help from Dad.
“Dont knock it down yet!”
Lilly’s face crumbles
a little like the walls
of her sandcastle built,
but Dad has other plans
grand ideas for his pride and joy.
A row of ten and
“then you can knock them down Lilly”
Dad and Lilly work hard
Magic taps abound
buckets are filled and emptied
with salty tasting sand
and as the tide turns
Father and Daughter stand back
admiring what they have built
“Go on then Lilly”
With a hint of the rascal
a little girl runs,
jumps, twists and turns.
Sand castles once standing tall
now flattened with childish glee.
As the tide creeps in
bags are packed,
sandy little toes are dried
and a small hand is held.
Looking back over his shoulder
as the last remnants of their handiwork
are gently washed away
Dad smiles to himself.
“Well done Lilly”
By Alison Fielding x
By Alison Fielding .
When life is tough And all is dark And the tunnels end is out of sight, And days are endless and minutes as hours tick slowly by as a fretful night. Make hope your friend. When love is lost and grief weighs down and tears like raindrops fall from the heart, and the moments on waking are too much to bare and your faced with a day that has no start. Make hope your friend. Hope is the buoy that keeps you afloat that steers your ship through the roughest of storms, the northern star and guiding light the unseen blanket keeping you warm. The upholder of dreams the strength to move on the path to a future when none can be seen, an acceptance of now knowing change will come And flowers will blossom where thorns had once been Hope. By Alison Fielding.
As dark days of Winter begin to abate and the face of hope is not far away, first signs of spring begin to show small white heads above the snow. Reminding the heart that dark times fade and sadness for laughter we can trade, as nature performs her wonderful thing, the changing of seasons from Winter to Spring. By Alison Fielding.