on light

frosted fields rotate
when observed from train window
passenger unmoved

~

CLP 25/01/2022

on time

if you get up early
during these short days
get out, walk towards the east
stand still, watch the bright light grow
from deep blue, so blue its almost black
to steel grey
watch the horizon burn
turn, look up at the highest point
study the golden light edging down
the church steeple
the conifer
the pylon
city hall's clock tower
you'll feel the Earth spinning
taking you into a new day

~

CLP 14/01/2022

on flight

starlings stir up dusk
sky's grey palette liquified
fish out of water

~

n.b. A photograph cannot capture the wonder of starlings numbering hundreds or thousands flying in a free-wheeling flock, a mumuration. Yesterday, late afternoon, Great Yarmouth; the magic of flight, the joy of collective effort, the beauty of life.

~

CLP 09/01/2022

on light

precious metal
take me to bathe in sunshine
swim in heaven's blue

n.b. This is not Australia, a land of beautiful light; this is England, where such brilliance is a gift.

~

CLP 09/01/2022

on light

compared with the Sun
everything becomes grey-scale
without perspective

~

n.b. It has been a challenging few days, putting fingers to the keyboard as impossible as joining like poles of two magnets. The ‘must post’ became ‘can’t post’.

Now, a shift. Was it the sunlight? Was it the experience of movement in daytime? Was it enjoying catching up with distant friends during the Twelve Days of Christmas? Was it remembering no employer owns all my time? Was it a conversation? Was it spending an hour cleaning the bathroom (don’t ask)? Was it hearing the wren singing?

The shift is back ‘to ‘I post‘. Easy enough to say…

~

CLP 08/01/2022

on time

sooner and later
edges of day stretch apart
cast light into gloom

~

n.b. The shift is noticeable, not just the steadily extending day, but the intensity of light seems to increase as the Sun’s daily arc moves toward the centre of the northern sky’s canopy.

CLP 07/01/2022

on time

see how fast they fall
sand grains tumble from the glass
leaving only light

~

n.b. Composed of stardust, we are held here for long as we are remembered, as complete and incomplete as others can recall. We become not what we think of ourselves, but what others think of us.

CLP 31/12/2021

on birdsong

frost feathers windscreens
sharp lunarian light
blackbird's confusion

~

n.b. City living can be exhausting, not least when an excess of light blurs night with day. Birdsong can be heard at all hours, under a clear sky when a full moon rises.

~

CLP 22/12/2021

on darkness

this is the limit
solar orbit continues
we move toward light

~

n.b. Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it! Something to celebrate brothers and sisters.

n.b. This deal does not apply to dwellers in the southern hemisphere.

~

CLP 21/12/2021

in fog

Cromer, white rainbow
no gold found at either end
ice lies at its heart

~

n.b. A weather phenomenon not commonly seen, hung above Cromer pier yesterday. Quite beautiful, but no surprise in a country steadily being drained of all colour by a mercenary and self-serving government.

~

CLP 18/12/2021