on light

hit me with some lux
tease crocus from winter soil
vibrant purple bloom

~

CLP 11/02/2022

on the wind

fast-paced script demands
multiple set changes
invisible stage hands

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n.b. Five / six / six syllables.

CLP 07/02/2022

on light

sheltered we watched
clouds dispersed by easterly
momentarily

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CLP 05/02/2022

on winter

sprung without warning
carpeting the woodland soil
snow drops? frozen tears?

~

n.b. Rubbish time of year shows signs of brightening up.

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CLP 03/02/2022

on friendship

even in winter
bud swells, bursts into flower
come now, what's to fear?

~

n.b. Alternative last lines:

come now, what’s to fear

all we have is time

all we need is time

warmth of Sun draws bloom

Feel free to add your own five syllables via the comments link. 😊

~

CLP 28/01/2022

on the wind

night-long low moaning
twists curtain, clicks doors' catches
snake 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 the school gate.

CLP 27/01/2022

on rain

with tails turned windward
gulls hunch shoulders, form huddle
gusts tug at mastheads

~

CLP 20/01/2022

on light

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 white lights

intermittent wipers
broken lines
marking where to cut
through naked trees
clawing at the sheet
of clouds
bright red triangles
black on white
warning darts
sharp bends
white on black
approaching one-eyed car
wobbles past close enough
to make me wince
and I hear you
"Slow down.
Watch out for the deer."
And this is what happens;
you become part of my world
as I drive toward yours

~

CLP 10/01/2022

on birdsong

frost feathers windscreens
sharp lunarian light
blackbird's confusion

~

n.b. City living can be exhausting, not least when an excess of light blurs night with day. Birdsong can be heard at all hours, under a clear sky when a full moon rises.

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CLP 22/12/2021