• on light

    I rose to meet hershe winked at me through thin treeslost her by sunrise ~ n.b. The full, silver moon led me across town before slipping away – a merry, chilly dance! CLP 18/01/2022

  • on flight

    I stopped by the lip of the citywhere the lines to London curl southbreathed in the spacefelt the frost in my throatby the derelict sitemore fenced-off car parking than I imaginedexpanse of redundant concretesplit by grasses at its seamsreflecting the January Sun’s warmthenough to creat sufficient turbulanceto lift the buzzardsthey spiralled upwards into the bluethen

  • on time

    if you get up earlyduring these short daysget out, walk towards the eaststand still, watch the bright light growfrom deep blue, so blue its almost blackto steel greywatch the horizon burnturn, look up at the highest pointstudy the golden light edging downthe church steeplethe coniferthe pyloncity hall’s clock toweryou’ll feel the Earth spinningtaking you into

  • on light

    tune into new daySun tweaks its colour settingsbirdsong audible ~ 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. ~ CLP 12/01/2022

  • on light

    precious metaltake me to bathe in sunshineswim 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 Suneverything becomes grey-scalewithout 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

  • on time

    sooner and lateredges of day stretch apartcast 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

  • magicians

    startling trilling songa pair of wrens exchanging rapidly delivered melodiesthe first on buddleja behind the old brick wallfilling the levelled yard with songopposite the old wharf-side warehousesits opposite sat bowing the tip of the lone fircalling up the Sun from behind the woodclumped along the ridgewhere tonight the calls of owls will conjure up the

  • on darkness

    this is the limitsolar orbit continueswe 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

  • on Autumn

    tardy Sun arrivespays us cursory visitclocks off as soon as… ~ n.b. If it even bothers to turn up for work these days. CLP 08/12/2021