Journey of Words

Tag: Winter

  • January Road Trip (I)

    South Coast to East Coast Over Downs, through Chilterns, Fens Sky grey, grey, greyer . n.b. One of those days when dawn hardly happens and dusk is always present. A day when you want to switch the lights on, but realise you’re outside. A day when you come to understand that there are probably more →

  • Sun Screen

    Abracadabra! Dropping the veil to reveal Sun in slow motion . CLP 21/01/2020 →

  • On Ice

    Frost’s fingers extend Grasp moisture from atmosphere Sculpt feathers from grass . CLP 20/01/2020 →

  • Sky Pink

    From along the ridge I saw through Swell Wood’s winter skeleton To the sun-bathed Levels Their rain-full grips and rhynes Fields; mirrors to the sky That held the pink tinge Of chilled noses Numb fingers Of frost-smoke breath Of the cold that will fall From behind the stars tonight . n.b. Grip: cut in the →

  • January Hues

    Sun-glinted branches Defiant winter displays Promise life follows . n.b. This part of Devon will be a sea of daffodils soon, with an array of other plants adding colourful splashes. CLP 19/01/2020 →

  • Moonless

    In her dark absence Myriad stars join planets Celebrate in dance . CLP 18/01/2020 →

  • Night Walker

    Stepping through hedges Stands out in open fields Bellows for a mate . n.b. A stag calling through the moonlit night can be heard as he roams around the county looking for a hind. His movement can be easily tracked as he calls in one pasture then the next. CLP 17/01/2020 →

  • Grate Full

    Piled wood collapses Rattles iron log burner Startles lone sleeper . CLP 16/01/2020 →

  • On Lunar Presence

    Moon-rise lightens mood In midst of winter’s black heart Happy? Go, Lucky! . CLP 10/01/2020 →

  • Nothing Matters (VIII)

    Mountain wind howls, twists Sounds from thin air, draws spectres Dogs bark at the night . n.b. There is nothing out there, is there? . CLP 18/12/2019 →