we thought you had left
weather vane swings to North-East
skeins form against grey
~
n.b. Where are the geese, who climbed up and away from the river this morning, heading now?
CLP 05/03/2023
Tag Archives: Cold
on light
I must head northwards
cold burns throat, breath becomes smoke
winter sun warms back
~
CLP. 21/01/2023
on time
temperature drop
counter-measures introduced
slow tick-tock of clock
~
n.b. Chilling in front of a fire.
CLP 17/12/2022
on time
stretching across paths
shadows mark summer's decline
extra bed covers
~
n.b. It’s definitely cooler in the evening, but still praying for rain.
CLP 28/08/2022
on spring
after bright warm day
night still comes in winter clothes
no allowances
~
n.b. It was nippy walking home tonight!
CLP 24/03/2022
on light
horizon betrays
merciless advance of night
colour drains from sky
~
CLP 18/03/2022
on light
is this Italy?
pine trees, clear sky, sickle moon?
yucca's frost needles
~
n.b. Come, take me away from here! To Italy for spring showers, steaming pavements and warmth of the morning sun.
~
CLP 04/02/2022
on the wind
night-long low moaning
twists curtain, clicks doors' catches
snake licks round bedroom
~
n.b. It has been a quiet winter so far out here in East Anglia’s hilly city, but now the wind is getting involved, stirring the pot, dragging the cold air with it through the streets like an impatient parent leading a tardy child to the school gate.
CLP 27/01/2022
Normal
November has been mild, again
we're not used to the cold anymore
this is how it should be
how it always was before
I said that the leaves had more colour
dropped sooner, quicker, more completely
than last year
my friend couldn't remember
who would?
normal is just what we're used to now
not what went before
we older ones recall
picking blackberries after school
when summer stretched only to September
now we can eat blackberries from hedges
after Bonfire Night
when Christmas consumes the TV
and geese fly in from the east
in gaggles of grey clouds
~
CLP 22/11/2021
on leaves
they have fallen sooner this year
and faster than last autumn
covering paths, slicking up roads
laying on the Wensum's thin skin
betraying the tide
creeping under Carrow bridge
sailing counter to the current
tonight will be clear
the plane trees flaking bark
boughs shorn of dressing
have nothing to deflect falling frost
can no longer carry the weight of murderous cold
that pours from the stars
submerging underpasses, flooding shop doorways
~
CLP 17/11/2021
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