Journey of Words

Tag: Winter

  • L3 (Day 33) Under a Cloud

    We all waited plans drafted for when the snow fell. It waited too light dustings wafted in the east by north east wind. It spent the day circling the huddled city until dark then fell. ~ CLP 07/02/2021 →

  • On Frosted Ground

    Deep howl of winter trees low like birthing cattle flakes of frozen tears ~ CLP 07/02/2021 →

  • Redwings

    By noon the light was in retreat the nagging wind swung east, north-east its oscillations conjured more ice from air to add to morning’s thick frost still laid below hedges trinketed with hips and haws that baited flocks of redwings whose fluted chirps and piped notes added winter music to this rime and brought vibrancy →

  • On Playing (xi)

    Why is it that teams comprise eleven players? Perfect for cricket. ~ n.b. I had a look on-line and the answers are pretty dumb given the fact that it was a rural game codified in 1744 and the story that Edward VIII had only eleven courtiers is a complete red herring. Cricket teams of eleven →

  • Lockdown 3 (Day 17) In Sunshine

    My apartment faces south, but is overshadowed by the flats built over the atrium at the front and on its east side. This means no morning light reaches me directly and I have to pull the curtain across to assess the weather. Today the sunlight was blasting down King Street. I just had to leap →

  • On Light

    Grey screen of winter sky Cars studded with twin diamonds Wind whips up lost leaves ~ CLP 26/12/2020 →

  • On Winter

    How low can you go? Helios that’s enough now Please lighten our load ~ n.b. Tomorrow the Winter Solstice. Not a question of belief, just a bloody relief! CLP 20/12/2020 →

  • On Numbers (30)

    It is but a month Winter Solstice approaches Darkness leads to Light ~ CLP 21/11/2020 →

  • On Trees

    When this wind blows Things sound different After the leaves have dropped To mosaic the floor. ~ This wind bends through the bared boughs Divides to draughts between the trunks Blows low notes from the wood Makes this place an instrument For mournful tunes ~ When we hear this hollow overture Howling from beeches and →

  • On Autumn

    Today it begins Half and half before the dark And cold returns here ~ CLP 22/09/2020 →