On Pain

Like breath of autumn

When hard frost belies blue sky

Our pain dissipates

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CLP 29/11/2020

On Numbers (Seventh)

Families in park

strolling, talking and playing.

Shops shut, people out!

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n.b. Sun brought no heat with it and cold currents of air drew rheum to the edge of screen-tired eyes, but everyone who could squeeze into the park was there. People were enjoying the Day of Rest during which only “essential” shops were open. Oh what to do? Go the local parks and perambulate.

When this thing is over it would be a shame if the shops reopened on Sundays. It was lovely to hear the babble of conversation filling Eaton Park. It was like being on holiday in Europe, enjoying the civilising beauty of a Sunday stroll with all generations of families taking the air and talking to each other. Beautiful! Beautiful!

~

CLP 22/11/2020

On Numbers 2C

Rush of passing car

Disturbs still autumn morning

Leaf mould scents sunlight

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CLP 05/11/2020

On Trees

When this wind blows

Things sound different

After the leaves have dropped

To mosaic the floor.

~

This wind bends through the bared boughs

Divides to draughts between the trunks

Blows low notes from the wood

Makes this place an instrument

For mournful tunes

~

When we hear this hollow overture

Howling from beeches and birches

We can be certain winter approaches

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CLP 27/10/2020

On Trees

Your towel is slipping

Each breath of cool breeze reveals

Stark inner beauty

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CLP 19/10/2020

On the Street vii

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Grey, cool rain persists

Days run together down drains

Mingling with lost years

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CLP 06/10/2020

On the Street vi

Gutters now blocked

by leaves, twigs and dropped masks

We’re facing a flood

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CLP 05/10/2020

On the Street ii

Dressed in rain-slicked leaves

Treacherous corners await

Us, the unwary

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CLP 02/10/2020

Autumn Storm

She came upon us from the North

Dragging her gloomy shawl

Over the sheared hills and ploughed land

Turning blends of gold to black and white

Breaking limbs from oak and ash

Flooded the roots

Inundated roads

Coughing and spitting

She dragged her filthy sheets into town

Stuffed her discarded litter into the drains

Threw hailstones that scratched our skin

Turned the fair to ruddy-faced

We flinched at each attack

Our umbrellas reduced to sodden flags

Useless emblems of human pride

We staggered home through her spiteful wind

As she blew out the last summer lights

Then spread her dark wings and settled in

Gloomy angel of long winter nights

~

CLP 26/09/2020

On Autumn

Today it begins

Half and half before the dark

And cold returns here

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CLP 22/09/2020