• on the wind

    night-long low moaningtwists curtain, clicks doors’ catchessnake 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

  • on light

    frosted fields rotatewhen observed from train windowpassenger unmoved ~ CLP 25/01/2022

  • on rain

    with tails turned windwardgulls hunch shoulders, form huddlegusts tug at mastheads ~ CLP 20/01/2022

  • 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 white lights

    intermittent wipersbroken linesmarking where to cutthrough naked treesclawing at the sheetof cloudsbright red trianglesblack on whitewarning dartssharp bendswhite on blackapproaching one-eyed carwobbles past close enoughto make me winceand I hear you”Slow down.Watch out for the deer.”And this is what happens;you become part of my worldas I drive toward yours ~ CLP 10/01/2022

  • 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

  • in fog

    Cromer, white rainbowno gold found at either endice 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

  • on winter

    turquoise or azureit’s not a competitionletter box of light ~ JS & CLP 12/12/2021

  • on autumn

    late arrivalearly exityou’ve left your old clothesstrewn on the streetand forgottento shut the doorbehind youthere’s a terrible draughtbut thanksfor dropping by ~ CLP 03

  • winding

    whipping, whistling, slipping through the bedroom windowtugging the curtainatonal melodysinging over the clumsy beat of a one pound clockunlatching the doorclicking it closedsucking it openpushing it shutshushing the birch leaves off scratchy branchescrashing something down the streetsomething not fragilesomething not meant to be quite so temporarysomething broken ~ CLP 01/12/2021