'I'm fed up looking like Father Christmas,'
Muttered Father Christmas one year.
'I need a new outfit. I must move with the times.
So, for a start, it's goodbye, reindeer.'

I saw a bride splendid in white garments
I saw a woman with one hundred children 
The children plump and firm within her arms,
But some fell down or strangers took and ate them

Sadie opened her Easter egg
and found three smaller Easter eggs.

Jaspar opened his Easter egg
and found a hammer for breaking Easter eggs.

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

Frost spins white lines

on the lawn,

grass turns glass-like,

crisp crackle-snap

underfoot.

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

It tastes of high clouds

  of crisp cold

     of twilight

It tastes of autumn leaves

Summer is the best time

so let me start right here

It’s my favourite season

I wish it could last all year

The sun feels real near

and it can get so hot

The biggest berries are in the centre
of a tunnel of thorny bushes.
A shark gaping wide,
promising not to nip.

Peter the orange parrot
had a very tiny beak,
unlike the other parrots
he was never heard to speak.
But they were never nasty to him,
Peter the non-talking parrot

The cold is solid,

hard against thighs,

steel to toe.

In the mirror of the gas fire

my face distorts,

thin, too long.

We giggle,

Spring is baby,
bright, fresh and new,
gurgling with the melting snow,
singing with the first cuckoo.