Journey of Words

Tag: Weather

  • on time

    Straw bales litter fieldsJackdaws stalk exposed stubbleMist rises from soil~ CLP. 15/08/2024 →

  • on light

    dappled, thick, heavyshadows lengthen as Earth turnstension of storm clouds~ CLP 13/08/2024 →

  • on heat

    In the treesShaded by leavesThe cool cloak of birchA havenGentle tremorsBend of boughAs a pigeon lifts offStill up for itWhateverThe weather~ CLP 12/08/2024 →

  • on heat

    desire versus sleepshort summer nights on hot sheetseternal struggle ~ CLP 30/07/2024 →

  • on air

    Windows wide openNot a star in sightJust a grey cloudscapeLumpy darknessDraining itself of rainThat falls in sheetsThat will be rumpledBy the irregular passing of carsDrops drum softlySetting leaves to danceThe inadequate gutter Drops a tinny beatOn the sill belowI will sleep well tonightIn cleansed airHappy to hear the steady tapTap tap tap tapOf the overflow →

  • Turning

    the light falls heavyshadows thick as tarlattice Norfolk’s lanesstill Junethe pall of morning’s chillmist steams offbarley’s feathery awnswither in midday’s heat-hazebecome brittlebreak and litter the soileach fine daySun roasts the grainas hay fevers the aira prelude to harvestmowing, turning and bailingthe grassesour first clues to winter ~ CLP 30/06/2024 →

  • on sound

    sea and air mix upvisibility zerofoghorn vibrates bones ~ n.b. Photo was only possible once the sea fret had lifted. CLP 26/06/2024 →

  • on time

    midsummer heat-hazefleet shadows of fledged swallowsbarley turns to gold ~ CLP 25/6/2024 →

  • on reflection

    Within towersConstructed fromconcrete, steel and glassEyes focused on screensTracking digitalised dataEars plugged into headsetsAircon’s constant humWater coolers, coffee, carpetsElevators, escalatorsArtificial lightingMoney in the bank OutsideBlue skySun as high as it getsGentle breezeAlong the ThamesAir to breatheGoldfinches sing You choose. ~ CLP 21/06/2024 →

  • on the road

    There is a spy in the cabA dashboard cameraThe vehicleUses GPSUp thereBehind the blueBetween Earth and MoonSatellites track usMonitor each start and stopBut I still have eyesThat can see the skyMarsh harrier sweeping the fieldsFoxes redder for evening sunDeer stepping through the hedgerowPast rambling rosesBarley, wheat and rows of spudsAnd I still have earsGold finches, →