I rose to meet her
she winked at me through thin trees
lost her by sunrise
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n.b. The full, silver moon led me across town before slipping away – a merry, chilly dance!
CLP 18/01/2022
on light
Tag Archives: Sun
on flight
I stopped by the lip of the city
where the lines to London curl south
breathed in the space
felt the frost in my throat
by the derelict site
more fenced-off car parking than I imagined
expanse of redundant concrete
split by grasses at its seams
reflecting the January Sun's warmth
enough to creat sufficient turbulance
to lift the buzzards
they spiralled upwards into the blue
then parted
one toward the ice-steamed broad
the other drifting to the shimmer of curved steel at Crown Point Stadler Traction and Rolling Stock Maintenance Yard
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CLP 16/01/2022
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
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CLP 14/01/2022
on light
tune into new day
Sun tweaks its colour settings
birdsong audible
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n.b. Without the dampening affect of full foliage the morning is a pretty noisy time of day, particularly now that there is no lockdown in England and traffic on the bypass and into the city centre is increasingly heavy.
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CLP 12/01/2022
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.
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CLP 09/01/2022
on light
compared with the Sun
everything becomes grey-scale
without perspective
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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
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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
magicians
startling trilling song
a pair of wrens exchanging rapidly delivered melodies
the first on buddleja behind the old brick wall
filling the levelled yard with song
opposite the old wharf-side warehouses
its opposite sat bowing the tip of the lone fir
calling up the Sun from behind the wood
clumped along the ridge
where tonight the calls of owls will conjure up the Moon
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CLP 23/12/2021
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.
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CLP 21/12/2021
on Autumn
tardy Sun arrives
pays us cursory visit
clocks off as soon as...
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n.b. If it even bothers to turn up for work these days.
CLP 08/12/2021
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