Journey of Words

Tag: Nature

  • on rain

    no escape from itdrenched in February’s worstthere was a rainbow ~ CLP 18/02/2024 →

  • on life

    when shorn of pretencebared limbs exposed to sunlightwhat is it lies beneath? ~ CLP 12/02/2024 →

  • on time

    last hours here for nowmemories scattered like starshappiness in the soil ~ CLP 17/01/2024 →

  • What a Hoot!

    the owlwho felt this afternoon’s sunwarm his breast feathersshamelessly proclaimedhis attractiveness to allin almost indecent hastefor the Sun had yet to fully setwhen his call echoed from the woodannouncing his spring-like mood I am up for it, are you? CLP 11/01/2024 →

  • Night Clouds

    after a while close to zerofeels warm, if shelteredfrom the north-easterlythat dragged the sheetof last night’s altostratusbetween us and the starsstretched the cloudsinto grotesque shapesghosts of memorieswringing out the final frissonbefore sleep took us ~ CLP 11/01/2024 →

  • Walling in The Wensum

    The crane arrived this weekSteel lattice sectionsEnamelled in yellowClicked into placeLocked joints pulled into positionA glass cabin for the operatorWho will enjoy proximity with gullsNo doubt appreciate his elevated viewOf the Fine CityWhile picking and placing piecesOf the luxury apartmentsInto the creeping wallDevelopment that is envelopingThe south side of the WensumShadowing the swansEgyptian geese and →

  • on light

    Andaluciagentle whispers caught on breezekiss brushes the heart CLP 28/12/2023 →

  • alpine peak

    I don’t do skiingNot that slither and slidePick up speedBounce, twist, swooshy thingI don’t need the rushOf hurtling downhillJust to go back upTo do it again, againTake my hand until spring comeswe’ll dancethrough fresh pasturelie on a daisy carpetimpress grass angelsin meadowslisten to cow bellsting off the pineslaugh as we break throughthe clinging skin of →

  • on time

    dark days these are indeedthe Sun as distant as it can benew half-moon offers hopeof lighter nightsthe pendulum will swing backspring followbut first we must hunker downfeel cold of winter’s dawnsunlight without warmthilluminating our struggle ~ CLP 19/12/2023 →

  • winter blackbird

    what do you think you are playing at?three a.m. on a December Saturdaysinging like it’s a summer dawn?the Sun doesn’t rise for another five hoursit’s been gone for elevenwhat do you think you’re playing at? ~ CLP 16/12/2023 →