this wind kicks pieces of autumn through a slatted fence and my stratospheric eye chases neon in cerulean blue - orange pekoe stars from plane tree toss. this day is poised before a seasonal hand shakes down winter shutters, the rattle of bare wood and trigger breezes, sunken sky and the whip-snap of frost in … Continue reading Transition
Black Mountain Tower raises its hand, claiming clear air from low cloud smudge left by yesterday's rain. but the sun is distracted long flamboyant arm chooses a flock of birds, their timeless endeavour - sky-tiny and intrinsic - refugees from light to light. perhaps this is how the world will end - a triumphant sparkle … Continue reading Beauty
Near the music school on Monday evening, the great oaks, arms as thunderous as Thor’s, are still mainly green. Sometimes a leaf drifts down, swooping from side to side to land, light and bright, on the damp grass. A man walks by, bent awkwardly from some medical cause, in a baseball shirt several sizes too … Continue reading A Monday in March
May has arrived. I watch the trees light up in their flaming pre-sleep cacophony. Our May pole, in the southern hemisphere, is the downward spiral of unbridled leaves sifting to the wind-skittered piles below. The children do not hold ribbons, but duck and fling, fingers stretched to the sweet blue sky, or scuff noisily through … Continue reading May #TheChangingSeasons
In the long-shadowed light of late afternoon, a magpie (so cleanly black and white) is highlighted in the plane tree. Autumn is easing down on us. The nights are colder and today, when we went bike-riding, I wore a jumper both up hills and down. The Easter long weekend is over. What did you … Continue reading #Isolationresolutions
Out of the Cave 